Skjul

så talte Herren til meg

i mitt skjul

bak mentale fikenblad

rundt hjartet mitt

ord som lækte såra

og bygde opp att

alt eg reiv ned

på mi vitlause ferd

og opna hjartet mitt

for nye ord

og nye tankar

og nye vegar å gå

til ein varmare stad

i eit anna lys;

trygg, trass mørket

som freistar å rope meg tilbake

Master

(Haiku horizons)

Lord

I call him Lord, most worthy

all my praise and adoration

I call him Lord, my chief and master,

because he ransom me

and freed me from my burden

I call him Lord, my only hope,

who walked the heavy road

(- my heavy road)

of sin and great iniquity

I call him Lord, my rescue

Who found me – stony broken

And fed me, clothed me, let me live

a life -  illuminated by his grace

I call him Lord, my only Lord

The only one most worthy my succession

All my life, my every fragile breath

I live – to follow Him