I ONCE FORGOT;
but I’ll try not, to do it anymore.
I forgot the way that shadows play
across my hard wood floors.
It slipped my mind in such small time
then struck me deaf, rendered me blind
As I recalled with the ache of a woman’s pain
How Etta James, sounds best in rain.
And my unhemmed heart, tattered and strained
with the finest needle, restitched again.
I LET MY HOPE
slide through my hands
then bare, confused, sojourned the lands.
I placed my joy in those I knew
But my soul, so hungry,
sapped their lives too.
A burden! A weight! A sinker! I sank.
Blindfolded, and frozen I shook on the plank.
Waves crashing beneath me, blood starting to race,
Tears staining the cloth that covered my face.
The wind on my legs, caressing cream lace
my ship creaking leftways, and rightways through space.
SO I LEFT BEHIND
my kind, loving Christ
Whose nail pierced hands, long ago paid the price
I ran on ahead, no thought for the cross
and for months, grasped thin air
but came to a loss.
A sinner! A devil! A liar! I am.
Lace became sackcloth, ash fell through my hands
My kingdom, once shining, began to show rust
my earthly possessions ammounted to dust.
For lives lead by others, my own heart did lust
goodbye faithful God; in myself, I will trust.
BUT LOVE IN HIS GOODNESS
Reached down from on high,
His mercy, His grace, both parted the sky
And as He did for Moses, by parting the Sea
My God has moved skies to reach down, and save me.