Poem and A Prayer Request

    First of all, I would ask that you pray that the heavy rains once again called for in my area will not materialize. We do not need rain right now. Thank you.

Here are two poems that I wrote a few years ago.

The Time Between

                                                                The now and the not yet.

                                                                What was, is, and is to come.

                                                                Remembering and missing.

                                                                The gold is now silver.

                                                                It too shall not remain.

 

Fall Dance

                                                                 Fallen leaves on streets of gold.

                                                                 Whispering winds rustle cast-offs,

                                                                 mixing a treasure against azure sky.

                                                                 Bounding, dancing, reveling in mayhem,

                                                                 liberation shines a fire in the eyes

                                                                 making a game on All Hallows’ Eve.