Tuesday, October 9, 2018

at war with



                                                              at war
                                                              with the world
                                                              fighting
                                                              this flesh
                                                              striving
                                                              with self
                                                              struggling
                                                              with sin

                                                              only God
                                                              knows about
                                                              this troubling
                                                              conflict
                                                              within

                                                              and only
                                                              by the grace
                                                              of  God and
                                                              by God's grace
                                                              will win


                                                              copyright 2017

we are all



                                                              we are all
                                                              like a lost
                                                              small pale
                                                              spark of light

                                                              our lives are
                                                              just a fast
                                                              flash in the
                                                              dark of night

                                                              some are drawn
                                                              to the great
                                                              and good holy
                                                              arc so bright

                                                              some are called
                                                              by the word
                                                              and are made to
                                                              hark made contrite

                                                              some are shown
                                                              eyes opened
                                                              to see the
                                                              stark and might

                                                              some are  His
                                                              forever
                                                              made by His
                                                              mark upright



                                                              copyright 2017
                                                             

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

i was the plant



                                                       i was the plant
                                                       that you put in your window
                                                       you watered me
                                                       with such admiration

                                                       i raised my arms
                                                       toward the sun and you
                                                       wanting to hug you
                                                       in loving adoration

                                                       then you left me
                                                       to go with someone
                                                       without any roots
                                                       on a long vacation

                                                       from your window
                                                       i watched for you
                                                       to return to me
                                                       with so much anticipation
         
                                                       all alone without
                                                       water or affection
                                                       so in love with you
                                                       i died of dehydration

     
                                                       © 2017
                                             

not loved



                                                              not loved
                                                              nor wanted
                                                              in this life
                                                              or this world
                                                              by anyone

                                                              i long for
                                                              and want
                                                              this life
                                                              over with
                                                              and done

                                                              in heaven
                                                              i hope
                                                              to be loved
                                                              and wanted
                                                              by some One


                                                              ©2017

                                           

Thursday, August 30, 2018

in a field of flowers



                                                       in a field of flowers
                                                       i falter and fall
                                                       in love with the most
                                                       beautiful beauty of all
                                                       with a voice so sweet
                                                       as soft as it is so small
                                                       as the fair fine figure
                                                       i know i thought i saw
                                                       i heard her singing
                                                       as if in a heavenly hall
                                                       and followed her voice
                                                       as if a longing lover's call
                                                       only to find before me
                                                       an insurmountable wall
                                                       between me and nothing
                                                       and nothing at all


                                                       copyright  2017
                                                      

you



                                                              you
                                                              a billion
                                                              times too
                                                              so much
                                                              beautiful
                                                              and me
                                                              a billion
                                                              times too
                                                              so much
                                                              blue
                                                              because
                                                              i love
                                                              a billion
                                                              times too
                                                              so much
                                                              beautiful
                                                              you


                                                              copyright 2017

Monday, August 13, 2018

this world



                                                             there is nothing
                                                             in this world i want
                                                             there is nothing
                                                             in this world for me
                                                             the only thing i want
                                                             of this world
                                                             is of this world
                                                             to be free


                                                             ©2017