Lullabye

I cradle you

In the crook of one arm

Behold your face

Eyes peacefully closed.  Hands

Reaching for stars

And tears imagined, fought,

Fall, comfort

Given in the here, now.

In peace, you sleep.

God, your soul safe, will keep.

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Twelve Weeks

Twelve weeks

Not possible

Nor probable

Twelve weeks

Year's quarter

Time measured

Death's date

Grieving

Nine months

Rejoicing

Coming soon

Rejoicing

One departs

One arrives

Born to live

Born to die

Soul alive

Soul alive

A Prayer for Today

Loose cannon

Gunning for victory

Leaves in wake

Abominable history

For seekers

Of His truth.

Loose, Lord,

Your Word, divine.

Make it theirs

Make it mine.