They say Your measures are incomprehensible . . .
Like coffee, friendship is bittersweet. It pushes you outside of your comfort zone . . . and into the checkout line with coffee creamer, apparently.
These lungs are filling to the full with rivers of living water – yet further down I go.
You love me and You are faithful.
Prompt: Write a poem using only questions.
I'm just trying to clarify.
(...and Father of mine.)
My current favorite word.
Astronomy, not astrology.
What if "the long way around" is the same path traveled differently?
Two poems and an exhortation for a very dear friend who knows who (s)he is.
No soldier gets entangled in civilian pursuits, since his aim is to please the one who enlisted him.
Crimson leaves, sangria skies . . .
From everlasting to everlasting, You are God.