Sing praises to the Mighty One and worship Him this morn, enlarge your heart to praise the name of Jesus Christ the thorn. – There obscure and unadorned was baby Jesus born yet Shepherds, angels, wise men bowed in praise to Jesus Christ the thorn – No glorious beauty He possessed the faithful, long fore-sworn. […]Read more "Christ, the Thorn"
industrious bee searching for that last flower as the sun goes downRead more "Bee Haiku"
Shining disk of spangled sun: halo glow around a flower framed by light’s last rays– while shadows fill the ground. – Petals spark translucent bright royal purple shades: the mottled light tone’s majesty as daylight slowly fades – Creeping shadows crawl the sky: diminished sparks behind. The flower holds its beauty still though all the […]Read more "Sunset Flower"
I watched a flower give itself— a thousand tiny strands— that wafted into wind and grew a field of dandelionsRead more "Life"