Selected Photography, Poetry, and Art

by Dayle King Searle

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    Pieces of Eternity

    I always knew you would come
    I guess I just wasn’t expecting it
    So soon.
    And though I wasn’t expecting a white stallion
    And a castle in the clouds,
    Maybe I was expecting a little armor.
    It’s odd how quietly you came—
    No fanfare,
    No fireworks,
    No dramatic revelation;
    I just turned around one day
    And there you were,
    Where you’d always been.
    Your hand fit quietly in my hand,
    And your life quietly filled a void in my life.
    It seems odd;
    I have always looked at eternity
    As some vast and distant goal,
    But now I find
    That bits and pieces of eternity
    Are settling quietly
    All around me.

    [photo] Photo by Greg Bohnstedt


    Beyond the quiet mists
    of morning
    I found Him—
    majesty more than tall,
    a light for all to see.
    His presence whispered
    beginnings again,
    and his grasp
    held love’s power—
    His lightest touch
    encompassed me.
    And now,
    with words in hand and firey heart, I search
    the dawning’s mist and will not cease
    until to seeking souls
    I can be
    His hands, His gentle strength,
    and bring to them
    His peace.

    [photo] Photo by Kevin Merrell

    [photo] Photo by Craig Brown

    Waltz at Eventide

    burgundy feathers sprinkling,
    waltzed against a jealous sky
    with partner of November gale
    in golden dress
    and tie and tail—
    their graceful flight
    enchanted the eye.
    And when they saw me following
    each elegant swish
    and dainty prance,
    they neared, and offering radiant hands,
    invited me
    to dance.

    Amphibious Captive to a Child’s Hand

    Sun, bump,
    squirt, jump,
    slimey, slippery,
    green lump—
    skip, dash,
    squeal, splash,
    flip, squiggle,
    slip, giggle,

    [photo] Photo by Kathryn Snyder

    [photo] Photo by Diane Christopherson

    Upon Leaving Home

    I left my quiet harbor
    In favor of another—I know not where.
    But first,
    there are seas to cross
    and storms to brave.
    How could I prefer the foreign deep
    to the encircling arms of my bay?
    Because some things
    can only be learned
    at sea.
    Yes, my craft is watertight.
    I can navigate the unknown,
    And O, the wind that fills my sails
    blows from home.

    Blue Galilee

    Bright sea,
    whose sleepy depths
    He more than knew,
    whose raging heights
    He overthrew,
    where triumphantly He walked,
    upon whom lovingly, He gazed—
    I am like you.
    He walks beside me like a friend,
    just as His feet impressed the sand
    along your breezy shore,
    just as he stood and walked the waves
    so far above your watery floor.
    Great sea,
    On wind-tossed Galilee,
    my raging storms
    He also stills.
    Oh gentle sea,
    blue Galilee,
    my depths He knows,
    my soul He fills.

    [photo] Photo by Dale Kelly

    [illustration] Illustration by Cary Henrie

    In Becoming

    while bent over furrows
    laden with warm, brown seeds,
    I marveled at the miracle
    of potential peas nestled
    within tiny seed walls,
    swelling upward to reach their source of light.
    And now,
    as I am bowed beneath
    the weight of trials,
    I marvel, too, at the miracle
    of a potential deity
    tucked within my soul,
    struggling homeward to its source of Light.

    [photos] Photos by Barry Howell

    You Gentle Me

    When life’s harsh winds
    blow all about,
    and I close my heart
    to keep hurt out,
    you softly enter
    and set me free,
    to become the man
    God wants of me.

    [illustration] Illustration by Brad Orsburn


    I’ve come to know
    your voice, your smile,
    the way you say my name,
    And how it is
    to walk with you,
    and talk with you,
    and talk of life and dreams,
    Till now a day
    without these things
    just doesn’t feel complete.

    [illustration] Illustration by Grant Taylor

    [photo] Photo by T. J. Hankins

    The Rock Hound

    I thought I saw you sparkle.
    Are you a diamond in disguise?
    Or just a piece of granite
    Playing tricks upon my eyes.

    Growing Pains

    Dear Lord, please forgive
    my foolish, selfish tears.
    Please understand
    and wipe away my fears.
    I know that this will help me grow
    and reach a higher plane,
    But growing isn’t easy,
    and I’m having growing pains.