Words

Words, words

That drip from

The tip

Of my pen

Or the corner

Of my lip

Words, words

Spit out into the sky

They whiz, they buzz, they fly

Inherently imbibed

With power

For the hour

Into whence they have

Been sent

Sometimes careless,

Sometimes meant

To build or destroy

So be careful with those words

Those unkind or gracious pearls

Thrown like darts

Out from the heart

Let them pour

Another target to be scored

Do not allow our only world

To be killed

Rather let them always spill

Out joy’s true kindness!

A Day’s Dream

A Holy God

Ancient and of old

Lives in heaven’s glory

In a Holy Book

is told

Seraphim accompanied

Him

His fire filled their forms

Following his commands

With both wings and hands

I once have seen such

Awake at start of day

Waiting to rise

Hovering in a blue sky

Four faces

I have to tell, say

Of great size

An eagle’s eyes

Almost human

Blinked to look

At me

I watched, waited

They stared

Above the powerful

Hook

Of an eagle’s beak

Reaching

From earth to sky

I believe they

Were probably

For my teaching

So do not despair

If you receive

Such a visitation

Be pleased, patient

He wishes to share

Heaven’s closeness,

Love and care

With the least and all

of us