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 withContinue reading “Even We Are Good”
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I Thank God For You
Just so you know, I thank God for you. Early in the morning as you come into view. Spontaneously throughout the day as you are sweet to me. Several times at night when you’re the final sight I see. I thank God for you’re walking mercy to me, Cherished wife of my youth, on ourContinue reading “I Thank God For You”
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.
A Summer Storm
To my ears a summer storm is all Sizzle, patter, rumble. To my eyes it’s puddle bubbles In the drive. To my nose, it’s wet earth; To my skin, liquid darts. But, I can’t describe A summer storm’s worth To my heart.
Blue Hallelujah
As summer emerges from spring in Georgia, the sky’s a Blue Hallelujah. The laughing leaves in the nosebleed seats enjoy the very best view. The wind who once whispered now shouts like a drunk. Though an amicable one, it’s true. The robins hop through the lush green grace under this Hallelujah Blue.
Lights The Night
The smoke ascends into oblivion A swirling ever-expanding apparition Orange flames lick the logs white As their sacrifice lights the night
From The Interstate
From the interstate I can see The pastures roll and rise Towards the sky In Tennessee
Wonderful and Weighed-Down
Wonderful and weighed-down Bouquets of helium bags Jumble on every table Until a strong gust shoves them off And they saunter like zombies Across our pavilion
Promise of Today
Pale yellow new-day Dawning behind black trees, A sunset in reverse. Promise of today, Seeping through the leaves, Breaks the evening’s curse. The sun, unseen, affects this change With the light that it supplies. The moon, suspended, in the West Watches as the darkness dies.
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