walking | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

morning: beauty drips like soft light. red autumn leaves. dressed for a meeting i wear a costume of respectability. walking near the lake i stop to watch dark desired waves. a playful storm floats out of sky. children play in shadowed forests. i am wind.   Click Here to Download Rick Davis Christian Poetry Chapbook …

afternoon | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  quiet blends with the sounds of the frig and hesitant rain drops sliding down smudged windows blackie, the timid feral cat visits, and I give her food in grey rain. i close my eyes and notice my expanding consciousness streaming in silver light touching God.     Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA. …

street person | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  she walks smoothly so fragile in her loneliness and as she smiles it is as though all the winds go to heaven. she speaks to air – i imagine in some distant kitchen wrapped in abandoned teardrops. her bright pink dress is covered in wooden clothespins. she slides on damp cement – fluid melodic.…

walking in rain | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  the wind is quiet in trees. a sixth sense guides me. a rustle of wings and a tangle of vines and leaves. hipsters with spiritual anorexia block crumbling sidewalks. i am tuned to the earth’s music and voiceless ground. fantasies like glass bubble to consciousness. small sharp rocks. colors are like vibrant crayons. perfectly…

MINDFULNESS | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  Quieting My thoughts I observe An abundant river. The past And future Are persistent myths Sinking in sand While I eclipse God of the orchard Where peace and justice Sing like birds. My soul is a map Hiding beneath mind. Mind is a Storm simulation Of thick clouds Emptying On the tongues Of angels…

praying: | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

racing thoughts are as true as a drunk’s promise. whispering words, i become soothing scarlet light. unhurried pulse. the scent of green grass. giving up language. a cloud of fireflies covers cold glass. the moon hangs like an amber stone.   Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA.  He is married to Marianne. Marianne has…

TRANSFORMATION | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  I lived in mud. Then, I met you and began To walk through reclining forests And aside melodic mountains And today, despite challenges Life is as tranquil As late summer fireflies. I was a broken fish, Who, upon finding you, Found that I could stand and laugh No longer so self-absorbed And ignoring the…

dream 2: | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

dream 2: the wind is warm. embracing a field of flowers. a wounded blade of grass. climbing a blue stairway. a tree moves in wind. a corridor through banks of trees. red swirling dust clouds. faint air shimmers. indigo sky. God is within all.     Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA.  He is…