The crystal-dolloped leaves
The velvet-wrinkled moss
The silken, swaying pom poms
With every whisper toss’d
Nature in her glory
Every glade aglow
This is what we’re made for--
Savoring God's work slow
Exotic Fruit for the Poetic Soul
The crystal-dolloped leaves
The velvet-wrinkled moss
The silken, swaying pom poms
With every whisper toss’d
Nature in her glory
Every glade aglow
This is what we’re made for--
Savoring God's work slow
Bald eagle swooped low
White head and wing tips shining
Now on tree stump lands
Winter is on the skin
Spring is in the nose
Summer is on the tongue
Fall is in the eyes.
Fruit in every season,
Blatant or disguised.
Lord, help me to want you
More than an American Girl doll sweater
Your will is to bless me
You will satisfy me better.
I sat until the rain drops;
I sat until it came.
I think I shall never be thirsty,
No, not ever again.