Testing the water, it’s hot and pleasant
Salty, but its waves will not overcome the ocean
For it is small and not quite in sight
It’s power is a mystery.

A box of grey and blue, cooing softly
Silver, but it cannot overcome the hawk
For it is small and like a man’s fright  
It’s feathers are a mystery.

Fluttering bows, bright and colorful
Fun, but it’s flight will not overcome a plane
For it’s small and like a star in the city tonight
It’s magic is a mystery.

But here is a thing, not one described
Powerful, and it overcomes all but the deaf
For it is both small and large, it does excite
To the deaf, a mystery.

Here’s one more, one of five together
Complex, and it overcomes all but the blind
For it’s both wide and near, a strange might
To the blind, a mystery.

It creates an appetite, it can be unpleasant
Indescribable, and it overcomes only taste
For it’s none too large, and not hard to write
To the sick a mystery.

One to go with that, something to crave
Sweet, and it overcomes an appetite
For it’s more than hunger, a thing of delight
To many, a mystery.

Warm or cold, skin to skin it can be
Inviting, and it overcomes weak-wills
For it’s always there, a strange, quiet plight
To the dead, a mystery.

This is not one of five, but a sixth
Confusing, and overcomes even great scholars
For it’s vast as the ocean, something to write
To everyone, a mystery.

Great heart.

Here I go
Tip toe
Into the kitchen
Cookies,
Goodies,
In the oven now
On my face
Is placed
A big huge grin
My thumb
Sneaks some
Batter – the last, I vow.

Regret
Shame
This I cannot forget.

Healing
Hope
They're things I've been needing.

Rescued
Loved
From afar, He pursued.

Thunder
It rumbles and shakes
The very ground
Power
And strength in
With every sound
Steady
And sure it
Flies along the ground
Freely
It runs, stepping
Without a fright
Regal
Tossing its head
Like my hero knight
Able
Free to do anything
A star in the night
GENTLE*
Huge, soft, warm,
My wise Storm.

I caress
The moon with the tip
Of my fingers dipped
In black polish, smooth.
I dream
Of some huge spaceship
Kissing the stars one
Long light-year away.
I see
The One who will equip
My mind to dream or
Think reality.

See, here’s a topic not many can say
That they have mastered.
Listen close. It is the art of drowning.
First, find some water.
Not too shallow, mind you, or you might fail.
You won’t. Stop frowning.
Secondly, you must not learn how to swim.
Simple enough, yes?
Check for a lifeguard. None? Well that’s perfect.
Get in the water.
You may hold your breath. You’re still new to this.
May be slow, I suspect.
Since you’re just a beginner, flap your arms.
Enjoying it yet?
It’s scary at first, but the fear will fade.
Now relax a bit.
You should start to sink down to the bottom.
Now are you afraid?


Ah yes, if I may,
It’d be easiest just to take that test.
I hear it’s less stress.
Besides, we’d miss you every single day.

So loving, now gone
To be with God in Heaven.
My grandpa’s birthday.

I’m the whisper inside
That calls your name
I’m the whisper inside
That wants this fame
I’m the whisper inside
That pulls heartstrings
I’m the whisper inside
That can ruin even kings
I’m the whisper inside
That's named temptation.

There is a road,
It’s wide and long.
There’s many a song
That try to goad
Me to face God’s wrath
On that beautiful path.

There’s a hidden door,
A secret road – twisted,
Narrow, and unlisted.
One song, but not more.
It’s a hard climb up,
Death calling to give up.

One of joy, one of pain
Yet, which is it I’m to take?
On the Narrow, I’ll break.
Yet on the Beautiful Main,
However straight, won’t I
Eventually fall and die?

Although hard to find,
I know what to seek.
The Narrow’s door so meek –
For though many are blind,
I see the light, and I have hope.
I’ll not grab Beautiful’s rope.

Twisted and Narrow, or else I’ll hang.