UNTITLED What does God look like? He is the color of snow, white, pristine, robed in purity.... He is the color of night, dark, silent, awesome in His power.... He is the color of earth, blue waters, amber fields, the green of all that takes root.. What does God sound like? He is the heart in laughter, innocent, mirthful, the sound of joy in voice... He is the soul of weeping, mournful, sympathetic, the sound of tears cleansing... He is the silence of prayer, heartfelt, truth, the sound of confessions come to light... What does God feel like? He is the breath of wind, blustery,sweeping, sharing secrets with the leaves.... He is the touch of love, the union of man and woman, birth, death, and rebirth.... He is the warmth of summer, the genesis of spring, the abundance of autumn, the still beauty of winter... He is all that is... UNTITLED Many years have come and gone. The trials have not been few. Nor have I taken these hard times graciously or given thanks for the blessings I did recieve. My life was very much like a thirsty rose, wilting in the heat... blossoms falling to the ground. I pray that instead of brown and withered petals these trials with create a fragrant pot-pourri.. "WIND DANCE I lifted my hands towards the heavens and whispered your name to the wind. It clutched the gift as it relished the very sound... whipping past me, tousling my hair as it turned and tumbled down the street.. laughing... teasing the scattering leaves, it's plaintive cry winding around corners... echoes of my relentless longing. As the playful zephyr composed it's joyous melody, I reached out and captured your name once again, then joined in the blustery dance...... "WERE YOU REAL??" Were you real? Or just a dandelion wish that never touched the ground? A wish summoned by a gentle breeze, cradled upon invisible wings, and carried close enough to heaven's portal that the kiss of an angel sent you spiralling downward to my earthy recline where you landed in my outstretched hands... Were you real? UNTITLED My heart pounds so... my ears, full of unwanted whispers and mummurings of woe.... Did I hear a child cry out? uninvited footsteps? Even when the moon-man nods off and the multitude of heavenly bodies turn off their night-lights, I lie awake.... and worry and fret of things...and days that have not yet dawned. My hands tremble as I lace my fingers together, and bow my head.... Are you there, Lord? It's me...again. UNTITLED Child of mine, that love has made see her in her cradle laid sucking softly at her fist memories of sweet milk missed.... Lashes long and kissed with dreams freshly bathed and softly pink rosebud lips that softly sigh while mama sings her lullabye... Into my heart the seed was sown and someday soon, my love, my own the day will come, when you shall see behold your blessed destiny..... UNTITLED How am I? if I told you I was fine would you look beyond the smile to the eyes that have yet to sleep? Would you hear the lie and the silent cry that catches and threatens to betray my steady voice. Would you sense that my heart has been broken and this calm exterior masks a body that is prepared to flee? How am I? Fine,just fine...thanks for asking. UNTITLED I hesitated... just a short pause, midway through my life. I looked back through that window of the time we call memory How I often played when I should have listened... How often I have retreated when I should have pressed on. I hesitited... I want to say that my life is to be envied, that my friendships are durable, that my love is unconditional... Today, being the day it is, cannot lie cannot decieve cannot convince anyone that my life is anything more than what it is... Can I have a second chance?