We all are leaves.
We bud, shiny and green, wrinkly and curled up.
We stretch out and face the sun for a day or so.
We tremble in the wind.
We hang our heads low when the rain comes.
We wither and fade.
We fall to the ground, and then—
We return to the dust from which we came.
reprieve from chilling winds
blossoms steal the rainbow from the sky
sunlit canopy and cool breezes
aging leaves dignify the landscape
respite from oppressive heat
My garden’s a place where
I take in the fresh air,
Follow the butterfly
With silent, watchful eye,
Note with small levity
Each flower’s brevity,
Listen to birds singing,
Watch them in sky winging
Playfully tree to tree—
God cares for them and me.
Matthew 10:29,31 Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
My knuckles are big.
They hurt when I do the mending.
I can’t grow my fingernails long.
They click when I play the piano.
I went to the Door to walk the Dog,
But Dog wouldn’t goo.
Dog has four legs; I have but two.
My mother is calling me, what shall I do? Continue reading
Teaching, learning, reading
Pencils, pens and books
The day the towers came down
Will long be remembered
The campus is alive again!
Once empty halls are bare no more
As students come from far and near—
Excitement that we love to hear.
‘Tis the lot of every man to hear the portal call.
Some respond in infancy, and others when they’re old—
Active youths quite full of life, and ancients growing cold.
The ocean’s waves come quietly ashore,
Then disappear as quickly as they came.
No matter what the sand was like before,
When water leaves, it’s never quite the same.