
Monday, May 11, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Peek-a-boo with an Old Friend
And why are you so coy tonight?
Don't hide behind the tree.
Come out, come out from where you are
Come out and visit me!
I see you peeking out at me,
I know you want to play,
And I have sorely missed your face;
You've been so long away
Ah, there you are my gallant lad,
It’s such a joy to see
That you have come back round again
To laugh and play with me!
Don't hide behind the tree.
Come out, come out from where you are
Come out and visit me!
I see you peeking out at me,I know you want to play,
And I have sorely missed your face;
You've been so long away
Ah, there you are my gallant lad,It’s such a joy to see
That you have come back round again
To laugh and play with me!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Rain and the Wrinkled Land
I watch the dry and wrinkled land
Renewed by cleansing rain,
Across the mountains spill the clouds
To wash it clean again.
The dust of weary centuries,
Piled up by nature’s hand,
Gives way as storm clouds sweep across
The dry and wrinkled land.

Renewed by cleansing rain,
Across the mountains spill the clouds
To wash it clean again.
The dust of weary centuries,
Piled up by nature’s hand,
Gives way as storm clouds sweep across
The dry and wrinkled land.

Labels:Fiction: the dream
Photographs and Reflections,
Poetry: Songs of Longing
The Place Between Sunlight and Shadows
The place between sunshine and shadows
That place where the day meets the night
When the bright hillsides first darken
In the sun's last flickering light
The place between sunshine and shadows
That place where the cool night begins
There where the first glimpse of moonlight
Is wrapped in the soft fuchsia winds

That place where the day meets the night
When the bright hillsides first darken
In the sun's last flickering light

The place between sunshine and shadowsThat place where the cool night begins
There where the first glimpse of moonlight
Is wrapped in the soft fuchsia winds


The place between sunshine and shadows
The place where old mysteries still dwell
The place where daylight and darkness
Each have their own secrets to tell
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Photographs and Reflections,
Poetry: Songs of Longing
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The World Washed Clean
The darkness lowers o’er my world
And sorrow drips like rain;
The chill that seeps into my heart
Awakens all my pain.
Then from the grey breaks forth the sun
To dry earth’s bitter tears,
And beauty, that was lost in mist
Now suddenly appears.


Oh Blessed Savior, Precious Lord
Releasing me from pain;
Dissolving tears and bitterness
And sorrow drips like rain;
The chill that seeps into my heart
Awakens all my pain.
Then from the grey breaks forth the sun
To dry earth’s bitter tears,
And beauty, that was lost in mist
Now suddenly appears.


Oh Blessed Savior, Precious LordReleasing me from pain;
Dissolving tears and bitterness
As sunlight melts the rain


Labels:Fiction: the dream
Photographs and Reflections,
Poetry: Songs of Praise
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