Whispered Prayer
Produced/written by: Christine McNeill-Matteson
Music Composed /Performed by: Kip Haaheim
Vocalist/ Katie Bieber
Mosaic Run
I run
you run
we run
it does not matter
we run
it is
a part of a few
who know
it is true
it is
life…
Fallen Color
Seasons golden, rustic colors
shed from the aged old tree.
I lean in against the scaly bark
smell the age of autumn’s passing
I feel the leaves falling freely kaleidscope
around the warmth of the breeze.
I step gingerly at the base of roots grounded by time,
pigmented color, bark’s earthy smell.
Feeling the gifts of nurtured ground and holy soil
a symphony of change begin to swell.
I am brought to the awareness of time,
and the treasures it bares.
© CMM 2015
Silver Trail ( a runner’s reflections)
The clouds hung close
the silver river view
the sun shines timid
I run past the hue
of late Autumn
and misty day
I sure my feet
Into the way
bringing me home
while I pray…
Autumn Run
The RUN
I gather grit
I gather me
A day of solitude
a day succeed
Stones and pebbles
in my path
mud and slides
become my wrath
I listen to my body
labors to go on
I do not stop
the road is long
My head is leading
through the race
my legs continue
to keep the pace
Times I feel faint
and others strong
but I did endure
I did belong.
© CMM 2015
Half Marathon
(13.2 Battery went dead on my run)
Autumn
Our weather is turning — our clocks will change.
Life will get shorter and time rearrange.
We will fade and the children will take their turn,
watching life pass and working to earn.
Only to be where we are now,
no slower no faster with reflections somehow.
© CMM 2015
Halloween
Happy Halloween
Witches and apples, fallen leaves and rot,
Has come to this the Hallow night of
full moon with goblins and steamy pots.
The shadows at dusk that pass among trees
of little costumes of scary ghost among
dressed up monsters of make believes…
An eve of frightening rituals
where all one’s fears are mimicked and mocked
with humor and timeless habituals.
So call on All Saints , who listen this night,
as the children grow tired from the cold dark streets,
and guard them home safely from the eve of fright.
© CMM 2013 All Hallow’s Eve
I Will Never Forget
October and sacred memories, always
Touching the ground, wet grass, and still morning.
You lie beneath my feet, feet that feel as though
they are sinking into the very void of your presence.
Leaving barren ground to follow without you,
holy ground, hallow feelings of yesterday.
You do not exist in temporal tomorrows of living everyday.
I kneel, to keep from swaying in the feelings of uncertainty.
I want to lie and sleep near you, to feel you again.
A fragment of time, going and gone, and soon to be gone again,
I mix the moisture of the day with the moisture of my tears.
In the passing of life as I seek to find reason,
I bow my head to pray. I feel the swelling of life and death
fertilize the ground inside my grounding, so that I may never forget.
Eagle and Child Inkling 