Our Sun imprints heavy July
Upon a crimson sunset.
The first star I see in the west
Brings with it a cobalt sigh ...

What love is this
That spellbinds me
And keeps me returning
To read scripture?
Older I will get
And wiser I will be
'Til these times end
And I've endured.

There exists no place
  Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
  To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away

And even more so -
  He's on the war field
In the foxholes -
  In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.

Where else should He be
  But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
  As two are wed -
Jesus - be ever with me.

Music starts my little church
  And bids us goers "come forward" -
Timid and cleansing at first -
  Bringing voices to one accord

Then her voice waxing loud
  And the piano's tempo
Make the atmosphere bound
  To become a crescendo

When our song meets Him above
  And the sweet chorus repeats.
Did such music greet Asaph
  At the foot of heaven's gates?

It was hefted upon a breeze -
  As in a warm, flowing current
Through a sea of palo verdes -
  To search for an embankment.

That seed of promise -
  An implicit aster -
Was sent to broken gneiss
  To become one with nature -

A golden bloom to come
  To an expectant glen -
Not knowing how it found home
  Except that it did.

Starstruck bright sparks play
in wax crescent moonlight game
Light bulb moment please

You’re going to die.
Admit: there isn’t time
to walk every garden
before the gates close.

You’re going to have
decisions to make. Be
in those moments you
need to build yourself.

You’re going to want
and want more and want
to run away or maybe run
as your grandmother did.

You’re going to think
there is more you should
be doing. There isn’t time
to look too far back.

You’re going to ask
for more time. There isn’t

Forgive me, young dandelion.
I did not feign disinterest.
My mind has running thoughts
That stole my attention.

You only meant to be a friend.
I was not being callous.
Your seedlings ought to whisk
Them away upon a random wind.

Love is two pairs of footprints
  Impressed in the sand.
Will you walk beside me
  And make a path for home?

Love is sunlight that makes
  A flower turn its way.
Do you promise always
  To be a light for my soul?

Through a break in the trees -
  Flows a tawny river -
Sanding the rock endlessly
  As a peerless carver.

The jungle is not seen
  In the murky water's face;
The sky does not skim upon
  Its delicate countenance.

It refuses the trees' approach;
  The rushing seeks to replace
Tribulations for peace -
  Skipping them away.

Its waters fill my mind;
  I remember Zongo Falls
As an obscure haven
  For which my heart longs.