Trees straight ahead standing tall,
Making way for what may come,
What was, and what is beyond.
So willing to share the scene
With the bright and countless leaves.
Together in their welcome
To fellow lives passing through,
Trees and leaves hold each other,
One another, as Love holds them too.
The Lord is a God of justice, who knows no favorites. – Sirach 35:12
Upon first sight a threat,
A battle to be had,
A thing to put to rest.
Yet, drawing closer
A picture to behold.
Golden, like the rule,
If only it were practiced.
So many points to reflect upon,
Held together at the center
And spreading out,
As if to say,
I have so many ways,
I am full of life,
But still have room to grow.
Here for now, as if forever, as I am,
But please know better,
All is ever changing.
Working toward the air,
Poetry in motion,
To be blown about,
And all around,
Making waves,
Albeit gentle,
From one life to another.
Eternal presence,
Dwelling for the masses,
Extending hope
And willing for your freedom.
Not to be distorted,
Or held hostage for your needs,
But rather carried with great mercy,
And my love,
The example of compassion.
The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want. – Psalm 23:1
All of life,
Carried in the waves.
What’s new is old,
And tried and true.
It’s poetry in motion.
Rising, falling, floating,
Running, if not rolling,
Always on the move.
A little here,
A little there,
All around,
and everywhere.
All of life,
Carried in the waves,
And held together by Perfection.
Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. – Mt 6:34
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