Poetry – By Herndon

Don’t Forget

We give too much credit to the darkness. It never stands against the light. Dancing flames extinguish blinding bleakness. A single candle undoes the desert’s night. It is the dark’s inheritance to vanish. If only we’ll remember and resist. Its feet were made to scatter, heart to panic. In the end only the light subsists.

Overcast Sabbath

It’s overcast this Sunday As we sabbath on the deck. A few leaves let go As we creep closer to Fall. Our conversation’s stoked By a breeze blowing over breakfast. We hold hands and thank God for it all.

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.

Urban

convergence of consciousness axiomatic microcosm of humanity juggernaut ascending positively teeming with dreams fear, joy, loneliness, and love

October’s Rays

October’s rays are lazy; They don’t rise-and-shine, they fall. The leaves sift them like cinnamon And they rest on autumn like a shawl.

A Suitable Sound

The early-morning whirring of the insects Seems like a suitable sound For creatures careening ‘cross the universe to make as their sphere spins ‘round and ‘round

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 withContinue reading “Even We Are Good”

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”

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-TayContinue reading “I Love These Legs”