Complete-ly His…

February 25, 2011

Will you deny
this day
fair beauty?
will you not?
Tell her she is grand.

For in her gentle, humble
sense of duty
she takes the lustrous shape
which God
has planned.

and who could ever
ask for more?
Yet who could really live
with any less?
For to see,
in rigid fidelity,
there chiseled,
Divine tenderness,

heads do bow!
-forgotten lungs are filled-
at such a sight as this:
to see one so lovely
complete-ly His.


A Beam of Twilight…

June 1, 2010

If I could bottle a beam of twilight,
just as it faded from gold to grey…
I’d pour it, shape it, into words…
and that…
is what I
would say.