Like long
Shadows stretching
’Cross an autumn field, so
Goes life—stretching the span of time
And space.

We weave
Our way through the
Corridors of this life,
Praying for a good end. Happy
Voyage.

Sorrow,
How it changes
The atmosphere with its
Twisted, unfamiliar air. But
Time soothes.

Put all man’s failures in a heap,
And then they would exceed the skies.
But God’s great mercy far exceeds
The sum of all man’s sinful pride.

For all the heart can think, or do,
Or dream in its deceptive mode—
He has a plan for me and you:
Forgiveness (a divine code).

It is a mystery divine
How God forgives our failures all
And beckons one with love sublime
Tho’ few dare answer His clear call.

Oh lovely deity Divine
I take thy mercy to be mine.

Amazing the beauty
In simple things.
A little wildflower,
A ripple’s rings.

The twinkling of a star.
A bright moonbeam.
The babbling of a brook.
Billowing steam.

Simple touch of a hand.
Smile on a face.
The sound of pure laughter.
Some deed, or grace.

Not the grandest splendor,
Nor the abyss—
But for simplicity.
Blink and you’ll miss.

A beautiful sonata
Comes to mind in much duress.
Winged its way into my heart,
Relieving of no small stress.

‘Tis rhythmic in its affect.
The melodious little bird
Spins such lovely harmony—    
The best my heart’s e’er heard.

A calm has swept over me.
And so, to end this cantata—  
Kudos in the highest notes
To honor such sonata.

Truth is
Of a golden
Cord, which does not fray.  And
Which cannot be broken.  Truth stands
Alone.