The Bed Invites

The bed invites royalty;

Not my life, nor my ken.

For pillows postured, decorate

Beginnings, yearnings; not the end.

A fine commencement glorified

In patterns staid, safe and bold.

Eden' grandeur, not the fall,

They plead and beg as they grow cold,

Abandoned to the floor, they keep

Watch as we humbly sleep.

Tulips

Tulips in vase, heads drooping

Spill humbly, lost in prayer.

Vibrant stems bloom heavy,

Know where to leave their care.

At morning's wake, they straighten

But for the one who knows

To stay on knees will promise

The faith on which to grow.