God causes flowers
To rise up strong from life’s cracks
To hug life hello
They’re hearty and kind
They smile and share sweet stories
They won’t be trampled
God causes flowers
To rise up strong from life’s cracks
To hug life hello
They’re hearty and kind
They smile and share sweet stories
They won’t be trampled
Sugar sing
To me
Not only of the Day’s news
NoConfidently place in my hands the pirate’s map of you
Trust me with all that I can know of Treasures you’ve left everywhere really
OK -little by little then….
My pen rests a bit
I find jade-green grass, plaid skies
And triple-dog dares
Things will turn around
You’ll show up and they’ll show up
…going, going, gone!
A boy who slayed hate
Then a man who chased your heart
The dash on my stone
Original Thought Credit; (“Dash”) Pastor Michael Milco
I plan to conduct an experiment
And I hypothesize
That I can conduct The symphony
Of music to the skies
After which, I’ll conduct The lightening
-its electric gaze I’ll hold
Conduct then I will The interview
Of a soul centuries old
The music, The lightening, The interviewee
They function together as one
Can you imagine the final scene
As they masterfully come undone
Every speck of you
Necessary dustiness
As we two tip-toe
As simple an act
As two creatures holding hands
Tells me there is God
I love you
The clouds coming uninvited to a sky distinctly my ownYou bother me
The never-knock hellos and the after-the-fact goodbye kissesYou should know
The daytime dances and nighttime sunshowers are all I desire and seekYou silly clouds; I love you, you bother me -you should know