Humbled at His Feet

I have not perfected the art Of balancing the start Of God's gathering A ministry Tapping into far and wide Sometimes hearts collide At home and abroad If it is a track of striving, a kingdom workers facade Too many things on the list to do Wasn't Martha right and true? To whom, true to … Continue reading Humbled at His Feet

Speak to the Clouds

He spreads the clouds across the sky Like icing on a cake The clouds, they lay Ready to obey Every breath of wind Breaking them in, Humbling their vast power For it is He who darkens but remains the Tower Oh, heavenly clouds, Wrapped in His love abound Teach us to flow In every high … Continue reading Speak to the Clouds

Gifts at Twilight

Distant rhythms Drums and strums Music made Under the evening shade The bright half moon Lulled by the school band's swoon United, ignited Energy livening the arrival of night I count this brisk walk ... With no talk But melodies ... Oh the rhapsody ... Reverberating deep A gift I may keep His fullness of … Continue reading Gifts at Twilight

Where Did You Come From?

Colored pencil Snoopy's Illustrations for the imaginative stories Compiled over and over again Told someone I wanted to be an author at no more than ten Not sure what happened Hope deadened My identity Lacked dignity Educated and married A mother and worried About all things Until one day His angels sang A trumpet sound … Continue reading Where Did You Come From?

People-Watching, Life-listening

Two sandwiches cut in half She black bean Him chicken in a wrap Swapped piece for piece As they do At the altar Before God All to He Half to thee In this world Oddities Tease Ill-placed glamour Sends souls a clamor Smoothies pose As the source for all those Who thirst Back to the … Continue reading People-Watching, Life-listening

A Sleepless Spirit

It's those sleep less nights The hours shared with the owls in twilight Where day is a distant memory And night is fading into gray A haze Blurring what's real Oh, the true meal You can sink your teeth into Words rising to the top Of your conscious Parading Arranging Poetry is A world through … Continue reading A Sleepless Spirit

Our Morning Star

Onto the porch my socked feet creep Oh the glory of the coming dawn! Moon Ahhh, she's garish Through the trees I spy her crescent slices The stars ... muted, humble Knowing their rest is near Faithful designs Memories stir I wonder why I never learned more than the dippers His sky was not my … Continue reading Our Morning Star