With morning’s dawn and dew,
the blades of wet grass beckon
unto me, to cleanse… soiled
soles; as I stride across the
silence of greenery, wondrous
sparkling of unknown diamonds
mesmerize my gaze; the wealth
of my existence is enhanced,
as I envision Christ, before
His disciples, bent over their
feet… ready to humbly serve.
…mebbe not, cuz I’m not the only parched soul, apparently.
(sonnet # MMMMMMDCLXVI)
Of water, be it silver orbs which thence
Shine in dawn’s matin eye, dew resting, pale
Upon grass’ thicker carpets as the veil
Lifts oer night’s realms, the fluffy white whose sense
Of children jostling in sheer play fr’intents
Falls swiftly through grey’s mirky light t’avail
As snow ‘non blankets, or that which we hail
Where puddles shiver to soft footfalls,...whence?
Though we—our sins as scarlet—lie as twere
Sans help, how Thy salvation clothes us to
Effect, Thy people as the dew which fer
All that yet waits for none, and rain we knew
To cherish as Thy Word, what shall I stir
When boiling for tea all that speaks of You?
I looked out upon the green meadows,
Glistening with fresh morning dew.
I took a deep breath,
The cold air filling my stale lungs.
I felt the grass under my feet,
Soft and swaying as I walked through it.
I moved towards the mysterious woods,
Dark and foreboding in all its' majesty.
I drifted between the trees,
Ancient history surrounding me completely.
I moved to the spring in the center,
A glimmering pool of hope, sunlight carefully caressing the surface.
I looked up into the dense foliage,
The leaves blotting out almost every bit of sun...
I looked up from the book I was reading, thinking;
'That was beautifully written, and beautifully thought.'
As I walk
rain fills the
as a tear
of this love
as a birthplace