Poetry
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!
