Thank You, For All You've Done

Thank you for the patient years

That you have seen me through,

In all the turbulence of life

You knew just what to do.

You carried me when I was small

And much too weak to stand

And every time I needed you

You let me hold your hand.

So now that time has turned on you,

And placed you in my care,

I hope I’ll do as good a job

Of always being there

To hold you when your steps are weak,

Or help you when you fall,

For you have done so much for me,

I can’t repay it all.

So I will ask that God give you

What you’re deserving of:

The priceless gift you gave to me,

My ceaseless, patient love.

Flying into the Son

A year ago you said good bye

And flew into the sun

And every day that has passed since

Hurts as much as that one.

But I am learning to believe

That, when my life is done,

I’ll follow in the path you took

And fly into the Son.

I've missed you every day that’s passed,

I’ve counted every one,

But I’ll stick with the task you set

Until my work is done.

And someday when I’ve finished here,

When all my wars are won,

You’ll come for me and lead me home,

We'll fly into the Son.

A Vivid Dream

One time I dreamed that I could fly

Above the windy sea

And as I sailed above the waves

They whispered up at me,

“If only we could be like you

And live forever free!”

But then I woke upon the shore

Beside the windy sea

And all the little waves that passed

Spoke not a word to me.

Yet in my heart I still recall

How it felt to be free!

The Moth and the Flame

You are the flame that draws my love

On breathless, mothlike wings;

You are the song that fills the night,

Though only my heart that sings;

Your love’s the water, sweet and pure,

And I’m the mountain springs;

You are the moon and twinkling stars,

The fire that cool night brings.

Dear Love, you are my everything

You’re all my heart’s desire

I am the moth with love singed wing

And you’re my passion’s fire.

Praise in Golden Peace

The golden light of dawn is nigh,

The quick birds all on wing

Are brushing just above the waves

Where wispy mists still cling.

As morning wakes to greet the dawn

The murmur of the gull

Ripples softly across the breeze

While sleepy waters lull.

And there, below the rising sun,

Where peaceful waters flow,

The morning sings its praise to God

Within the golden glow.

Tears on the Shore

I know I should be past all this,

My tears should now be dry.

At some point I have to give up

And stop these tears I cry.

For much of each day that I spend,

And most of every night,

I have no time for tears to spill

And so I hold them tight.

But now and then the wave of tears

Sweeps high upon my shore

And I am drowning in my grief;

The tears will hold no more.

Today was such a day for me,

I really can’t say why,

But I have wept and dried my tears

And grief will soon pass by.

A Spider's Song for DeAnne

You spun your web of gossamer

Within the darkness of the night

Ceaselessly weaving round and round

A web to snare all who alight

What hunger did you seek to feed

When you designed your web of fright

Was it the belly’s need to feed

or artist’s need to craft delight?

What was your thinking as you spun,

Is this design a pattern trite

Or is it one of spiderdom’s

Designs of awe or fiercest might?

And as you spun your silken web

Of gossamer throughout the night

Did you suspect that with the dawn

All you’d have caught was mist and light?