The Great Wave
 
Some people cannot admit
That Something is working in this earth
To hold it altogether
To import all knowledge
He will allow only to be known
What He allows to be known.
There is a guarding, omniscient Spirit
Who spoke, by his Word, the Creation in seven days.
A great wave of praise is flowing over the face of this sphere
That cannot be stopped.
Nothing will halt it.
It rolls with the earth as dawn opens a new window each hour
Twenty-four hours a day,
Days without end;
Until the Living God decides, and declares,
"It is enough."
Blessed is the person
Who will praise Him now.
He will praise Him forever.

Dried Beans

Dried beans
Consumed two days ago
Crust the sides
Of the pan.
Odiferous dishwater
In which swim
Bits of celery and
Fried potatoes.
Coffee mugs,
Randomly occupying
Tables, the counter
And the back of the toilet,
Hold various levels
Of medium brown liquid;
Descending circles of it
Painted on the inside
Of each cup.

The neighbor said
He saw her this morning
Scurrying to her auto
With one grip in hand
And a backpack
Slung over the other shoulder.

Everything looks the same
On the outside.
Inside,
The air rings gone.

God Almighty, in the heavens,
Matchless Maker of us all,
Rain Your mercy showers on us.
Send Your Spirit, lest we fall.
Storms and torrents rage around us,
Mines and perils, too, surround us,
Help us, Master, when we call.

Hidden manna, Lord, we seek.
Let us eat our fill; we'll never
Hunger more for earthly food.
Your Bread fills us up forever.
Jesus, Savior, You're our Treasure
Giving life beyond all measure.
Nothing, from Your love, can sever.

They're Back !!!!!
 
I'm running like a rodent, Lord,
On this earthen ball.
As fast as my legs can carry me,
Getting nowhere, fast, at all.

Troubles that were yesterday's
Have reared their ugly heads
They're circling their wagons, Lord,
To tear my soul to shreds!

Within Your love and peace and grip
I'll serenely keep my cool
And watch, Oh Lord, Your mighty hand
Make them into your footstool!

The Hand of Life

And now we see the final hand --
The Hand of Life.
Eight hearts, with one diamond, and three spades;
Finessed for one club.

Sharon indicated that this
collage is to remind us of Christ's
coming to redeem both the great
and the small among us.

Just the Colors

That's what is left - the colors;
Pink, mauve, golden gray
After the sunset
At the end of the day.

Nothing else, Lord, nothing
Left of my dreams.
Nothing left, nothing, Lord,
Of any former schemes.

The dross is burned away, Lord,
But still I cannot see
Your Face in the metal,
I yet see only me.

But thank You for the colors,
The ones You left for me
While I'm alive my eyes behold
This gracious gift to me.