A whisper in the wind,
Or a golden evening glow.
A sweet bright morning song,
Or a falcon flying low.
Creation speaks its beauty,
Invites the heart of man,
To join it in its duty,
Praise the great "I AM".

A whisper in the wind,
Or a tow'ring mountain's might.
A gently coursing river,
Or a brilliant starlit night.
God's glory will be sung,
For now and evermore,
So join the endless chorus,
"Holy is the LORD".

A whisper like the wind,
I hear it in my heart.
This is the beginning,
A merely humble start.
The verge of all forever,
When time no longer is,
Unimaginable splendor,
My mind grows faints at this.

A whisper in the Wind,
How it made my eyes to see,
The story of Creation,
The Makers majesty.
I now will seek to find,
The heart of God's great love.
For if by it was wonder,
Surely alone it's enough.

Poetry says a lot about people,
Not just the person who wrote it.
Every person responds in their very own way;
Some so amazed they promote it.
I like to think of what goes through
The minds of those reading what I write.
Whether they recognize nothing of value,
Or whether they discover delight.

People are a mystery.
They each have a history --
A story leading to now.
I can't help but question how
So many precious folks,
So many ladies and blokes,
Came into existence.
Unique, yet forming consistence!

Someday you’ll love you.
From the sparkle in your eye,
To the pitch of your laugh,
Even the color of your hair.

You will love every part,
From every wrinkle,
To every crinkle,
Every part of you.

But they will try to tear you down,
To make you frown,
To make you think you’re not worth it.

But darling you listen to me.

From the way you walk,
To the way you talk,
You will be mocked,
But don’t you listen.

From your weight,
To your height,
You are all wonderful to me.

Maybe one day you’ll see,
The beauty I see.
The way you were made,
So beautifully.

But until then,
Do not forget,
On how true beauty,
Comes from within.

I would choose to have
one really good friend
over of a thousand mediocre friends.