Poetry

CALL TO THE SPIRIT

the air danced

lights dimmed

into circle of gold

she lay slumbering

from the haze of lights

the pictures danced

and a voice invited

come let’s take

a walk from the

meadows of your mind

so you can learn

your long sip

from the nectars

of creation

sail into light

from the dark threads

of your earth’s journeys.

LIFE’S LITTLE PRESSURES

are gifts of nature

that teach us always

to stretch the extra mile

the little agonies

that shows us

the possibility of

a smile

when these pressures moubt

and you are ready

to collapse

remember always

will tomorrow

become yesterday’s story

all things have their time

GOD is forever.

I choose the risk

of God’s love

against the attention

of darkness

his omnipotence

against the chaos

of man

faith in his

awesome gifts

against the deceit

of wealth

my conviction in

his grace

than the greater risk

of an existence

devoid of his presence.