Even We Are Good

Even We Are Good

All the leaves in the canopy

The Lord knows every one

Every grain of sand beneath the seas

And baking in the sun

All the flakes on every peak

He calls them all by name

He warms our hearths when he speaks

Each leaping fiery flame

Every soul you’ve every known

He knitted them with care

Hand-placing every chromosome

And numbering every hair

He knows this world He’s spoken

As every author should

So you and I can trust Him

When He says even we are good

I Love These Legs

I Love These Legs

I love these legs.

With their scrapes and bruises

That serve as reminders they carry

a little human who chooses

Adventure.

Whatever form it may take;

Be it a run through the garden

Or a swim in the lake.

“Again!”,

Is her battle cry

When we throw the ball

Or I lift her high.

“Tay-Tay touch it”,

She says when she spies

Creeping things,

Frogs, birds, or flies.

Oh, my girl!

You make Dada proud

When you leap in faith

With a squeal so loud.

Yes, my girl!

Drain life to the dregs.

Tumble, run, and jump

On those wonderful legs!

Living Lanterns

Living Lanterns

A summer stroll did one night yield

A luminescent surprise:

A harvest-ready lightning bug field

With fireflies on the rise.

I paused with my family there to note

And to watch these miracles fly;

Aleatoric embers floating

Like living lanterns towards the sky.