Itās overcast this Sunday
As we sabbath on the deck.
A few leaves let go
As we creep closer to Fall.
Our conversationās stoked
By a breeze blowing over breakfast.
We hold hands
and thank God for it all.
Category: Musings
Just Miracles
Thereās nothing natural
About this world;
Just miracles
Weāve become accustomed to.
Boundaries of Your Glory
I could search forever
And never see
The boundaries of Your glory;
There are wonders buried in deepest space
And others I miss
Before my face.
You Came To Us
Solid Word,
Living Lamp,
Gentle Lion,
Conquering Lamb,
You made this world
You came into.
You came to us
To bring us back to You.
Anybody Weary?
Contrary to the cliche, there can be rest for the weary:
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
This gift is why āthe weary world rejoicesā at Christmas.
Urban
convergence of consciousness
axiomatic microcosm of humanity
juggernaut ascending
positively teeming
with dreams
fear, joy, loneliness,
and love
Octoberās Rays
Octoberās rays are lazy;
They donāt rise-and-shine, they fall.
The leaves sift them like cinnamon
And they rest on autumn like a shawl.
