Poetry
Journey
I step my foot upon this path
And so, begins my journey
Warm sunlight touching rock and blade
Beckoning to this journey
Companion with me on the way
To travel in life’s journey
Feet now ready, my legs prepared
Where go we on this journey
Sounds of voices, human and beast
Speak out along the journey
Questing onward through shade and bend
Ever upon this journey
With the Joy of a Child
When I waken
To morn’s cool breath
Quiet, peaceful
Night’s full rest
May I touch day’s promise
With the joy of a child
Day now greeted
By chirp and song
Honk and rumble
Whisper or shout
May I hear and listen
With the joy of a child
Food to nourish
Clothes to wear
Friends to help me
God to provide
May I step this day’s path
With the joy of a child
Heart now open
My eyes to see
Hands to offer
Words encourage
May I live day’s fullness
With the joy of a child
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For Freedom
Oh, Dance!
Graceful arms lift and reach,
Raising hands on high;
Expressions of tune and song.
Oh, dance in joyful celebration!
Rhythmic feet point and tap,
Upward sway and leap;
Ever forward, persevere.
Oh, dance in joyful celebration!
Faithful Father! Creator Lord!
Always by our side.
Moving in life’s daily dance.
Oh, dance in joyful celebration!
Let them praise his name with dancing… Psalm 149:3a
I will celebrate before the Lord. 2 Samuel 6:21
The World is Not Flat
I Looked to God This Morning
I looked to God this morning
And thanked Him for this day.
I asked for Him to guide me
In all I do and say.
The promise of beginnings
Amidst our new farewells,
Greets renewed assurance
When questions would assail.
I know my Father loves me.
He cares for one and all.
Oh Father, ever with me,
May I be faithful to Your call.
Rising
Cooling breeze upon warm earth
Soft mist rising
Muted echoes of life and motion
Within the mist arising
Moist caress upon bare skin
Cooled by quiet rising
Settled fog now gently stirring
Answers dawn’s slow rising
Warming touch upon earth’s chill
Awaken to day rising
Watery droplets and sighing wind
Life’s voices ever rising
Just A Weed
I see your face
Shining bravely
And so I stop
To get acquainted.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
Delicate flower
Standing there
Surrounded
By the tended growth.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
A splash of cheer;
Yellows and blues,
White and purple,
Lilac too.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
I laugh; I chuckle.
I smile with joy
As I make my pass
Around their home.
It’s just a weed
I hear them say.
What weeds are these?
Unwanted ones?
Not at all… but rather,
Unnoticed treasures,
Loyal companions,
Fullness of life!
The Still Small Voice 