My soul clings to you,Your right hand upholds me.
Naked
Adaptation of an earlier poem There she stood clothed, yet nakedBefore Him who looked into herheart.Fire and judgment stirred relentlesslyAnd searched . . . She looked into His eyes and…
The Way of the Wind
When I was a child, my father Took me to the beach at sunrise; We sat in silence and listened to the wind. It was grand it was beautiful. Soon…
Known
There she stood clothed, yet naked Before Him who looked into her heart. Fire and judgment stirred relentlessly And searched . . . She looked into His eyes and saw…
In her Father’s arms
The waves crashedThe thunder roaredUnabashed the lightning seared the skyThe billows soaringWind writhing This was a wonderful timeFor the little girl in her Father’s armsAs He held her closeHis voice…
Mud in her toes
She ran through the leavesFeeling the mud in her bare little toes,A little hanging on the eaves of her dress.She laughed as the rain soaked her curls.She hopped and skipped,…
Beauty in my arms
I watch as the leaves flew up;I smiled and chased the flurry,Following the path of disheveled leaves.In a moment, all fell still . . . silence. . .There she was…
The little tree
In a sun scorched land far away,There were trees, little treesWithered, sprangly, and dearth.There were no big trees in this earth.You see, the rain did not come nor did the…
