Falling Leaves & Fuzzy Grass

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Falling Leaves & Fuzzy Grass

Through falling leaves

& fuzzy grass

I hear fall’s whispers

As I pass

On glass waters

I watch you float

In orange, sun-yellows, gold

You gloat

Undisturbed by my remote

Passing by

I hold this day

Within my heart

Knowing from fall’s colors

I shall have to never part

So, if I am allowed to walk

Longer upon this earth

At another day, another time

I shall once again be witness

To that christening divine

Of yet one more glorious fall’s birth!



Uncontainable, unstoppable

You will raise the dead

Re-create, remake

Reinspire our dulled


Even the leaves, the grass

Will praise your name

All creation will shout

For joy

As we watch the work

Of Your Hands

For you are coming

To return

Everything to its



A new body for us

A new world for

You to rule

All creatures, creation

Will return to

Its beginning purpose

Of rejoicing,

Basking in the

Beauty You have always

Wished to share with us,


The Living

A Living One

You pass me by

Stopping, coming


Than expected

Your beauty on display

You feel like

Living electricity

The tingle filling the air

Around your face

And being

You glisten, shining,

You literally sparkle

With yourself

This living Power

You are surrounds

The air around you

And I bow to worship

My God

Creator, Maker

Lover of all souls!

Birds, suns

The stars rejoice in

Your Presence

You are our Life!

Your Universe is awash

In your glowing powerful

Life, Self

With every heartbeat, breath

May I praise Your Name

In the foreverness of your kingdom!

Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

Autumn’s colors splash


Shy at first


They burst,


Through the air

Beneath a crystal sky

Blue air above my head

Leaves go floating by

Ruby’s reds, oranges

Sun’s-burst yellows

Explode within my soul

For wasn’t that your goal?

God, didn’t you do it just

For me

Rent them from your heart

Created just to please

The senses

They fall below my knees

In such beauty, your glory’s colors.

Oh, if I could die like that!


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(not a circus act)

Fire-breathers of old

Breathing flames into the air

From between the lips a fuel’s mist

Daring a miraculous feat to share

With an audience

Waiting, holding its own breath

As they watch these brave performers

Be willing to risk their very death

To entertain.

But there is a real


Needing nothing but Himself

His Own power

To drench us within

The shower

Of His love and glory

Fire from on high

A God who reaches


To envelop us

From beyond the skies

To live Within His fiery



All of heaven calls his Name

From Generation to


He is the same

Always wanting to share

His Holy Fire

Reaching down from

Heaven’s spires

To live, burn within us

His Holy children!

So, catch the flame

Pronounce His Name

From between your lips

Allow the fuel,

God’s Spirit

Your allegiance, very breath

to claim.



Selfish man,

You take your stand

On a land

You do not possess

You do not own

Even one groan

Of this earth, sea or sky

Not a single one of its sighs

Everything, us all

Belongs to someone else

This is our greatest test

To understand,

Be led into eternity

To recognize our smallness

Cupped within the power of

God’s hands

The only place we can stand

Within His Will for us

To know you better

Be forever unfettered

from my ignorance

& physicality

To get to know you

One on one

This is why your Son

Was sent & bore His scars

Bringing us home

No more to roam

In the darkness between the stars

Quiet Whispers — except from novel WHEN HEAVEN SIGHS

Samual’s father leaned over and picked up a piece of paper off his desktop. “I see you’re still writing that poetry stuff. What does this one say?”

“Dad, leave it. I know you thought it was a waste of my time so—”

“Son, just because I didn’t understand your need doesn’t mean it was not important.” His dad stopped and started reading out loud.

Quiet Whispers

In the stillness of the night

Your quiet whispers roar,

In my heart the sorrows break

Then fall softly to the floor.

Each pristine shining needle

Feather floats to a dusty earth

Leaving room at last within

For pure joy and your immeasurable worth.

The bright glory of your face

Outshines all suns by far

blowing, your living breath crosses

 desert skies to light each and every star.

Cleansing, blowing, refreshing

Reaching across an unending universe

Moving down from highest heaven

destroying forever

man’s darkest, ancient curse.

“This is pretty good. You need to keep this up.”

Samual could not help but smile. “Only pretty good? Dad, you didn’t insist on coming to see me to read my poetry. So, what gives?”






Each has that need

Babies come into

The world with it

For Love


So we try to fit


Another smile to win


Someone else


True we were made

To be together

Be each other’s sister

Or brother

No one wants to stand



But unaware

We follow sometimes

The wrong direction

Follow behind that

Very long, wrong line


Yet a voice

From deep within

Speaks, calls, to follow


To follow Him


Christ will not lead

You astray

He leads toward

Life, the light

Never the wrong way


So stand out

Be different

Follow the right voice

You cannot avoid it

For simply in not choosing

You have made your choice


Holy Santa?



Holy Santa?


Warm, fuzzy & cuddly

Nothing wrong with that


Depends upon who you’re

Talking about


Older man in a bright red suit

Well-endowed middle

And a long white beard

You know of whom I speak

Without having to take one peek


Gift giver

Jingle bells

I don’t have to tell

Except I will,



Jolly and fun

Face beaming like

The sun

Man’s perfect idea

For a god


Except Santa

Is not real

I hate to burst your bubble

But I feel

You already know!


Only God is God

Good giver of gifts

But He wants to lift

Your life higher


Wants more for you

Than material wealth

Or to give only toys

Desires for man

A truer, higher joy


Purer, less selfish life

Fashioned along the lines

Of His Own Mind

Pertinent to any time

You may live within


So, God is

Warm, fuzzy & cuddly

All of that


Let’s not fashion Him

From a legend or fable

HE SAYS He is able

Powerful, capable

Of so much more!