You laid your soul in paint for all to seeYour heart left behind, forever will beEvery stroke you made was a thought in timeAn absolute story for an audience to opine. I can still smell the fresh oil paintYour coffee, canvas, and wood you frameSounds from the craft room from inside you singThat old gospel…
Category: Poetry
My attempt at using words to express feelings
The Crying Tree
Don’t we all have a place we go to be alone with our feelings? Someplace we feel safe and secure? Out yonder in the meadow, where the Foxtail sway,A lonely tree stands, a guardian of the day,Large branches cover, the sky above,A secret keeper, a labor of love. Beneath its shade, where the leaves unfold,A…
The Glory Place
This poem describes how I find words that I write about my faith. It’s the place I go to when I listen to worship music. It’s a place in my heart that feels the words that come to mind, and I spell them out here. I call it: The Glory Place In this dimly lit…
This Path, Oh Lord
I’m coming home, oh Lord Home that you have built for me I’m on a long path, oh Lord But in its end, it will lead me to thee This path is rugged and narrow, oh Lord Full of ups and downs This path is long and winding, oh Lord But Heaven at the end…