Can’t coax pearl petals from shoot or stem,
or cast blueprints for bees hum;
Can’t speak tender words to guide a creek,
or lay out path of sun.
My feeble pen scratches, rude and splotched,
tapping like metronome time;
function as a darkened mirror
while words dance their rhyme.
Faith between heartbeats,
resurrection from ruins
seed to sapling faith.
Chosen, in His hands lifted,
no random die is cast;
it goes from grace to grace
from the first to the last.
Regardless of Satan or
man’s epic fails,
God’s provision and purpose
Justice, settled jaw;
blazing sword and torches love-
cut down evil, lies.
Set your soil tillable
as He sends the morning dew-
seeds in digging fillable
soul and spirit will sing new.
Now is sowing season here
the planting you don’t know how;
these secrets that no reason hear
still stems break through with low bow.
Simply sim, simply sat,
Coco saw a simply rat
Orange it was, burst out with song
And scratched it’s nose all day long.
Pimlee pee, pimlee you,
orange rat would sing with you.
Cry out for seeing eyes
past the night skies;
stars consistent rotation
the moon’s blazing beauty, brazen.
Run toward dawn in darkness felt,
A rising light, truth as your belt.
Unspoken prayer requests for our family, please.
Oppose with rages,
or a thickly frozen pond;
at faith’s foundational growth
with songs of praise in the night.
Merry Christmas, everyone!