The Ball Up High
Once I did hear my brother call
The sun a giant fire ball.
How can that be?
For what I see,
Once I did hear my brother call
The sun a giant fire ball.
How can that be?
For what I see,
The poem written in simple colloquial language expresses the genuine thoughts of an innocent child who admires nature.
in Prayer Poems
Prayer is the breath
That revives my soul.
Prayer is the balm
That makes my spirit whole.
It's sometimes easy to think
We have nothing to give;
Yet we often have more to offer
Than we tend to believe.
If only
We'd have helping hands that lead,
Open arms accepting those in need,
Not fingers pointing out misdeeds.
Get annoyed with someone
And explode in fury
But later after calming down
You'd look back
There's a still small voice,
Always there to aid my choice.
Wisdom's whispers soft but strong,
Teaching me right from wrong...
in Life Lesson Poems
You're not so important
That you can't be replaced.
If you leave today,
Someone will fill your space;
Focus on self only makes
the world a dreary place to live.
But you make it a brighter scene
when you find a way to give.
"Leave a gift for someone
who won't find out it's from you."
That is hitting the bull's eye of generosity, and it's fun.
Where my heart truly lies
Is in the beauty of a simple life,
In a little peace and quiet,
Slower pace and lesser strife.
in Faith Poems
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
It's a wonderful thing.