Haibun: Among the Leaves

An Indian Summer morning… clear blue skies, brilliant sunshine, and a twinge of frost greet my morning walk. Four cardinals, three females and one male, rummage in the underbrush below the autumn dressed forest. As I breath deeply of the crisp air and thank God for another day to praise him, a fresh breeze loosens a few more reluctant leaves. Watching them flutter slowly down, landing randomly about me to join untold generations,

a brisk breeze

ripples the quiet stream…

swirling reds and golds

©Al W Gallia 2020

I reflect on their likeness to the life and death of our human lives. Then I wonder if the leaves feel God as I do? In the silence, I sense a gentle touch on my shoulder, and I know Jesus is with me, as always.

The Gathering | ©️Al W Gallia

Looking for Serendipity


Nymph, angel or spirit? Walking through untouched nature in a autumn wonderland this morning, I feel an exceptional closeness to God… actually I always feel this way in the woods. But since our loving God, ‘I am’, is an indescribable presence to us dust mote humans, I find myself looking for signs of His/Her presence in Mother Nature usually as a mysterious, fleeting nymph called Serendipity.

autumn forest

wafting in swirling leaves

a nymph’s whisper

©️Al W Gallia 2020

As I meander along the trail, I recognize Serendipity (God’s presence!) in the murmuring tree tops, dancing shadows, fluttering leaves, bird songs, and burbling brooks. Through them, I hear Him gently say to me, “Be not afraid…My peace I give to you,” and I smile. A squirrel chatters overhead.

When is Enough?

So refreshing to find others who understand that violence is the other pandemic disease ravaging our world. This shared post from Aratibanstola in Nepal, on the opposite side of the world from Louisiana USA, shows we all face the same violence by those who hate the values and morals of the civilized world. Pray for God’s intercession. Blessings and peace.

old man watching TV…

violence and coronavirus

ravages our world

©️Al W Gallia

Not only my hands but also my heart is shaking while writing this. People doing such kind of inhumane acts really astounds me. Don’t their hands get …

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Eye to Eye

Another day of coronavirus self-quarantine dawns and the TV shows another night and day of riots and shootings. A quiet prayer for peace and law and order forms in my thoughts as I slowly sip my coffee. Then, in my old age, I sadly reflect on the state of my America which I have always loved, respected, and honored. But enough for now! On my iPad Pro, a Facebook memory pops up from four years ago. As nature’s beauty and simplicity are always my escape from the evil and hate rampant in our world, I happily share it again. God’s blessings and peace.

dragonfly and I

stare quietly at each other…

each understands the other

©Al W Gallia 2020

The Stump and Vine

a young vine
stretches toward the sun…
does the stump feel it?

©️Al W Gallia 2020

Along the road at nearby Lake Martin on a warm spring morning, I see a decaying stump spotlighted in a sun beam. Around this old stump, a new creeper vine spirals upward toward the light, grasping tightly to the dead wood where it can for support. I remember my father’s smile. Life rises from death and will not be denied!

Haiku- He is Always Near

“…The Lord is near. 6 Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. 7 Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” (Phil 4: 5-7)

midnight thoughts

of Covid, social unrest

he opens his bible

©️Al W Gallia 08-12-20
“I am!”

Haiku: Look and ‘See’

My wife, Bobbie, and I love the mundane or ‘garden variety’ beauty of mother nature, such as the wildflowers, small creatures, shadows and nuances of colors and textures that the casual observer fails to notice. Even the subtle changes of the beginning or closing day presents a trove of moments for haiku and photos.

dusk’s fading light…

the wildflowers change

into their gray hues

©️Al W Gallia 2020
©️Haiku by Al W Gallia; Photo by Bobbie Gallia

Haiku: A Chance Encounter

They say she is a ‘whisperer’ and that she can ‘talk’ to God’s smallest creatures. I saw her today while wandering a nearby woodlands trail with my camera as I looked for that elusive nymph, Serendipity. She was picking wildflowers in a field, wearing a blue and white gingham dress, and carrying a half filled basket. A late summer breeze frolicked across the field and the flowers bobbed their heads at her as if asking to be picked too! Dragonflies and butterflies flitted about her while a pair of doves watched from an old wooden fence. She saw me and smiled sweetly as I walked past on my search for Serendipity.

picking wildflowers…

a blue dragonfly lands

on her small finger

©️Al W Gallia 2020
A Chance Encounter

Haiku: Faith is a Forked Path

©️haiku by Al W Gallia; photo by Teresa Richardson

A quiet walkabout in the woods, along a stream, or even in a garden is a necessity for me. With the stresses and anxieties of our world, seemingly always in constant turmoil, I often search for the grail of inner peace in the solitude of nature. There I feel God’s nearness and sense the warmth of his love as he speaks to me in bird songs, cricket chirps, rustling leaves, whispering breezes, and trickling streams. Wherever the path winds, there is no loneliness…only a feeling of peace, hope and trust that all is well and in accordance with God’s will.

the wooded path splits…

one way a wood gate

the other a stone bridge

©️Al W Gallia 2020

Why it took most of my 79 years of life to fully open God’s gift of faith is a mystery. Why did I waste so much time, especially when he also gave me my most treasured earthly gifts, my precious wife and children? Perhaps it was always his plan, as time and space is irrelevant to God and only how we use His gift of faith is.

Note: Thanks to my good photographer friend, Teresa, for her wonderful photo which inspired this haiku poem.

Haiku: Watching and Waiting

an egret fledgling

totters limb to limb

the gator’s eye blinks

©️Al W Gallia 07-17-20

Many thanks to a good friend and excellent nature photographer, Moura Maun, for her inspirational photo of roseate spoonbills. They seemed to be apprehensive about something… perhaps a young egret trying its shaky wings out, oblivious to a hungry alligator waiting below!

©️haiku: Al W Gallia; photo: Moura Maun