Hitchhiking along a highway
that runs inside my mind

Revisiting the roads I’d crossed
while skirting all the lines

My thumb held high and searching
for what eyes no longer see

Along this path that takes me home
—returning unto thee

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

I eat your poetry like ice cream.
It settles in orbits in my mind.
A universe of words swirling
into meanings understood by
the lost souls called poets.

sailors dreamless sleep
under shining red night skies
smooth sailing ahead
drifting off in blissful rest
on slow tides gently rocking

I drop where I fall
All tethered and torn
Weathered and worn
As an offering To the dawn
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Sleep deprived Stiff and tired
No longer can I show my pride
Unwashed half dressed
Let me sleep I’m not impressed!

our names
all
originally written
into
the Book of Life

the days of our living
they ebb and flow
choices
are ours

His choice
was made known
before time began

He allows
our joys and sorrows
to remind us
always

that He is there
always

He is the loving
long-suffering
yearning
Father

the One with aching open arms

encouraging us
to make the choice
to keep our name
in that Book of Life

He never forces us
to choose

our greatest choice

the surrendering

and the kneeling
.................

Cj 2017