Stretching Arms - spring

Spring itself is spreading

the limbs all fuzzy green,

bushes bursting yellow buds

and grass with thick covering.

Sunshine soaks its way within

and rains go full and deep.

Joyful is the mood they're setting

stretching arms from winter's sleep!

A Loving Prayer - spring

I am human -

my mind is small;

much of what it wraps around

is of no significance at all.

Daily, I speak the language

of earth and of mankind,

so when my heart is heavy

and feels so confined -

I open up in prayer

like a flower in the spring,

no boundaries could ever contain

this purest of offerings,

soaring far beyond the sky

yet intimately told -

the simplest words of a loving prayer

change the seasons of the soul. 

No Love is Lost - spring. Poem written in memory of Ken Smyth.

Dedicated to Ken Smyth, missionary to Hong Kong who went to be with the Lord  this week.

No love is lost,

no matter where it falls:

even after those who gave are gone -

still it calls.

Cutting through the conflagration

love alone still lives;

No love is lost

for God is love

and all the Glory - His.

Return - Spring

The eastern sky

faintly rises

like a single strain of violins,

ushering its many colors,

gradually filling in.

My prayers, with this light,

will rise

to bring in ever brightening skies

as they crescendo with the sun's appearing

we live with this hope -

His return is nearing.