Coming Home

The wind dies down

The cold abates

And God abides

My soul partakes

In His promise

Hope is new

In fallen leaf

In sunset's hue

The leaves as raindrops

Scatter-pat

Address with grace

Their autumn flat

Of residence

Finding home

Claiming home

Coming home

Fishers of Men

Like waves meeting shore

My thoughts crescendo, recede

Into His, once more

And my heart, wanton, longing

Knows it's met its match

That is grand beyond belief;

The Lord makes the catch.

Advent

One candle lit

Beginning

Of a welcome

Yet to be

Full of promise

Waiting hope

Hope in waiting

For the coming

Of our King

One Vagrant Cloud

One vagrant cloud

Above my head

Incites a rush

Of awe

Instead

Of staid

Too placid

Comfortable me

No other place

I'd rather be

Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your in the glory in the heavens . ~Psalm 8:1

Heaven's Poetry

Heaven's poetry

Etched in lives

Unworthy prone

To living lies

Heaven's prose

The realm of prayer

When hoping for

Heart made bare

Before the throne

Dreams come true

When all for me

Is all for you.

~Inspired by Ephesians 2:10

Saved!

Sea Oats bow and bend before the wind

On dunes securing place and livelihood

The roots delve deep protecting sand from waves

Saving one another understood

Attending Church

Attending church,

Is it rote?

Or does worship

Sing the note

Yet imagined?

Seeking soul

Reunites

The one to whole.