Faith

Blindfolded with gossamer threads

With my eyes wide open

Seeing the swells, the wind 

Danger

No pathway through a raging ocean

But a whisper, like a dove

Flying steadily leads me on

Through the impossible

Past the tempestuous sea

Emerging on the far shore

Feet planted in the golden sand

Free from the storm; turning back

I see

Each link in the bridge that carried me

Fickle Seasons

Spring has come?
Is it time yet to unzip coats,
Shed hats, tear off gloves,
Put away the boots?
Daffodils show their yellow faces
The robins are back from vacation
Conducting the dawn chorus
Green is in the air
The forecast for tomorrow: Snow.


Written for dVerse.

Be Whole

Minist'ring angels
You and me
Guided by heaven
With cheerful actions
However small
Blessed to be greater
Then we see or know
Lifting up
Our sisters, our brothers
That we may all be whole