Love is Both a Path and a Guide ~~ Original Poems and Photographs by Rodney Standage, Gilbert Arizona

~~ Read Critically ~ Write Consciously ~ Speak Clearly ~ Tell Your Truth -Clint Smith

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Open Season

Nativity Display, Gilbert Arizona, December 2016

Without the voice of reason
My life is open season
To barge ahead
On plans I’ve made
Or thoughts I think
Though schemes may sink
Or float above the fray

Yes my life is open season
Gone is her voice of reason

Sunday, December 18, 2016

The Climb

Brealyn and Olivia in the morning, Gilbert Arizona, December 2016
A mountain path
A backbone ridge
On either side
A hell bound ledge

A granite stone
Hard and cold
O’er sandy loam
A yell – A scold
It held no hope
It cut my soul

Peering toward
The setting sun
The scene?
Divine - Sublime!
A range of mountains
Earth jutting from
Towards the Heavens climb

The hurt my heart
Had felt did heal
And learning that
Resolve did steel

Who am I?
I turning saw
From whence I’d come
The stairway crawl
Oh, from this stone
What did I learn?
How have I grown?

I see each stone
A different shape
Some ore like gold
Then sand or gem
A stumbling
Or an anchor be
Each step a trial
For mastery
None forgotten easily.

How many more
I haven’t found
This stone path bore
Heaven bound.

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Beyond the Light

I sat alone
Boulder Creek Tr. and 'Weavers Needle", Superstition Wilderness Arizona, December 2016
My campfire shown
The circle of trees
Some sparse with leaves
The forest dark
Held things that bark
And whine and howl
And tear and growl

Eyes fixed on light
Can’t pierce the night
Beyond the ring
The night things sing

Meal complete
Evening replete
Wonder and fear
For what drew near
Could only hear
Not see
Nor seek

As the fire died
Do my eyes espy?
Sounds my ears
Could barely hear
Beyond the ring
Discerning things

The stars and moon
Whose lighting soon
Extend my gaze
Pierce night’s haze

With fire gone
And all alone
I became
Just the same
As beasts or less
In this wilderness


In morning light
And perfect sight
The fear subside
Not justified

Or was it?

Sunday, December 4, 2016


Afternoon at the park, Olivia, Gilbert Arizona December 2016

No fruit grew in the garden
No rain fell from the clouds
No wind blew from the mountains
Thinning grey is heaven’s shroud

I sat to rest from garden toil
Upon a stool oh winter’s day
Earth at rest, except for sparrow
Spring still many months away

Saturday, November 26, 2016

An Awakening

Looking South to Mt. St. Helen's, Granite Mt. Washington, January 1999

I read a passage in a book
It was as though I just awoke

My mind began to soar
And other thoughts explore

A dawning sun brightly shown
How is it that I’d never known?