Flight

Dreaming,

I close my eyes

and float clear sighted,

attaching the threads

of inchoate dream

to passing clouds

fat with wet promise

of future storm.

I soar,

And lie expectant,

buffeted by the winds

of chance and fancy,

passing thoughts reigning,

separated by--yet tied to logic's grasp,

but loosely held,

as visions form

and flee laughingly

from what might be real,

or might be dream,

I open my mind

and gather beauty

in drops of sunlit
Joy.



by: ME

Talk To My Lord In The World He Has Given

As I stroll thru the country,
--I wait for the morning to arrive.

I want to greet the day,
--so it is I that can say.

Good Day to a time that keeps me still,
--for God has tread here, I can too.

This place, this time, this view of my life,
--will enable me to find a reason to return.

I know that I will never again find this place,
--but any other peaceful place will remind me.

To remember the calm and harmony I feel,
--is to talk to the Lord in the world He has given us.

I live for moments like these,
--I long for the times I have seen the trees.

I paint the colors in my mind,
--I swirl the hues and find the contrast of my life to His.

For this is my goal, the reason I stroll,
--To know my Lord, to See what He has set in Life for Me!

(A POEM BY DA PUP)