Wind chime tings, life’s humid dreams,

stilted breeze on my cheek;

reality not what it seems

to both the proud and to the meek.

Citronella makes it’s vain attempt

to repel blood thirsty insects;

a smack of palm will condemn

them in mid-ingest.

Creator has given time,

this moment I will thank;

for beauty, sunset and sunrise,

and molten gold on lake.


Strength to Strength

Strength to strength, to speed of time-

zeal with love, melodic chime.

Fetal, to upright, stretch and grow,

In His strength, send off the foe.

Terms, surrender, captive to free;

choice and change a certainty.