Why is blood the color red? Is it because our Creator wants Us to notice it when shed? Like taking in a blood-red sunset, Or when we are alarmed
God made flowers For men to gift to women, Where words fails but mistakes pre… The flowers says it all without a… The flowers beauty & strength is u…
I wrap myself in a warm, wool blan… On a wet, cold winter’s day, The isolation itself is a warm, so… Soft & consoling, Warming my weary bones
I walk barefoot through a field of… On my way to a local pool, Feeling the fresh brisk morning ai… The grasshoppers tickle my feet as… Do what God make them to do
I spied a hummingbird hovering In the garden amidst the bright fl… All artfully arranged & dressed, I felt a warm zephyr from the west… It refeshed me with vigor & zest,
Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but
Our sickness, illness disease Our stumbling blocks, Our unrest, Is God’s method His test Our souls are both
Seek God among the ditch-diggers, The shoe-shiners the porters & the fishers of the sea, Seek God with your heart, Not your eyes of Pomposity,
Seek God the Lord Not from without But from within, The Temple Holy of Holies Resides in you,
Sadness has a thousand shades, Happiness has ten, Sometimes I feel all the sad ones… From low to medium and Back to myself again.
I look at my hands, I see the roots of trees, I look out at the stars, I see the wonder That are my eyes,
The man said “please” The woman heard bees, And cringed under her bonnet Saw it is as a misunderstanding... After all—bees are harmless,
When I cast my shadow, It brings out the hidden sun, By confronting my fears, My best has just begun, I will not run away
Help I need counselling, I need a patient, listening ear, One that has been there, Knows I feel & can help me bear The weight of the world,
My favorite sounds are of the seas… The bells that end class; the soun… Calling me for supper; the sound o… Having their druthers after the ra… I love the sounds of buttons bounc…