Eyes Wide Open

Eyes wide open

Mirrored light

Not from the sun

But in true sight

Of Heaven.  There

I still can see

The light, Lord, shining

Over me.

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.

All the Time

There are no tears in heaven

So let me cry them now

On earth, where sobbing has

Chance of being mercy-heard.

Let me cry.

Let me mourn.

Your words of comfort

Fill the void mistaken for

Your absence, when You were here

All the time

All the time

All the time . . .

It Is Still Christmas

It is still Christmas

The Twelve Days

From Birth of Christ

'Til Dawn of Light

Keep candles burning

Hearts aflame

With ardent love

Eternal light

To pierce the night

Star followed, staid

Unwavering, follow

Believe the sight

of Earth redeemed

Again, He comes

Again, he comes

My Name Is Martha

My name is Martha.

My sister is Mary.

We both love the Lord.

She sits at His feet;

The do-nothing

Won't help me

As guests arrive.

A table needs spreading!

"Lord!"  I call.

"Lord!"  He answers,

"Mary knows

What's best."

I'm convicted.

I'm convinced.

I'm saved.

Luke 10:38-42

Many Years More

   

So ready for bed

Not ready for sleep

I find myself praying

That You, my soul keeps

As facing decisions

Keeps me uncertain

As how to bring hope

And raise looming curtain

On what would be final.

Yet, prayers, encored, plea

For many years more,

For many years, please?

Oh, that I could adore

For many years more!