You are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. James 4:14 |
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I am dust drifting on the gentle breeze, Fine as pollen, I explore every crevice and surface, Invisible to some, an irritation to others, In the great cosmos I am nothing, Yet, I'm given life and shaped into the image of God. |
She and I are lovers of spring, New butterflies and midges, And all that swim in the sea of pollen, On the banks of the Blue River, We slumber together as if one. |
White curls tinged with gold, He whines to get his way. His tongue welcomes fatty treats. He appreciates grooming, baby talk, And tickles under his chin. |
My adopted mother was no saint. She delivered me from certain ruin, On the outskirts of a small midwestern town. She took me in at the age of three, Because she loved me. |
Wake naturally, Appreciate each day, Learn to identify bird songs, Wash your dishes, Endure the pain of retirement. |
Dread! I turned the tap to pour water for my morning coffee and NO WATER! Why does disaster always fall on a weekend? Suddenly the loss of my jack-of-all-trades brother-in-law to liver cancer hit me on a purely material level. What mistake was made? The list is never-ending. Poking the water pump's relay I discovered it was frozen shut. I opened it. I checked the water and it flowed! I don't know why. I don't know why it didn't before. There're too many things I just don't know except I need to make an appointment with a professional. No water for my coffee. A death in the family. Mistakes born of ignorance. The fear of failure, again. |