At one time in my life, I thought it would be as well to have ‘church’ in God’s creation in our nearby woods. But when I did find a church, I experienced a great difference in my life. Even though God’s Creation can teach us His awesome creative power, I learned from Proverbs 18:1 that we were not to isolate ourselves but to be with others when gathering to praise, worship, and hear the Word preached. You are strengthened by others. Others are strengthened by you.

From the time I was 10, I was writing poetry reflecting my life. Soon my poems were published in the school paper, then later in college papers and in anthologies. I continued to write them. Sometimes with an active home life, I quit writing for decades. Then after a botched surgery and late life college experiences, I began writing again. They number over 100 now. Now I have them displayed in illustrated scrapbooks and would like to share a few short ones dealing with evidence of God’s gifts wherever I go, whatever I do.

MILKY WAY BY CANDLELIGHT Absorbing the whole of flickering light Shooting wee sparkles in a student’s night.

I am consumed with the darts a’ dancing Over the thick book I see a’ prancing.

Then, hurriedly I peel away crackly wrap Of a Milky Way I have in my lap.

What a complex mix filling my senses Changing the evening to joy from pensive.

Lucious chocolate and caramel delight, I close tired eyes as taste buds delight.

All cares slip away intensions, I fear, To finish the book, have ended right here.

AWASH IN MOON’S GLOW Leaving academe (UCO), I go thru traffic Sometimes heavy, sometimes light. Ever moving toward my destination— Awash in moon’s glow. Soft classical sounds filter thru The quiet roar of the engine.

I have of just lately tuned in on Mozart and such. Easy listening, my usual choice Sometimes contemporary gospel Floods the enclosed small world Under the moon. Home…masterful bookshelves Full of inspiring reading For the studious, the happy The sad, the tired The adventurer, the romantic The dreamer, the professor Who hopes to ever-stay washed In God’s awesome moon’s glow.

EARLY MORNING WATCH I watch the sky perform at 6:30 In the morning on the patio swing.

With coffee and pastry, Sniffing the sweet morning air, And fragrant four-oclocks, And fresh-mown grass, Watching a frisky squirrel scurry From one tree to another. I listen to a mockingbird perched atop a pole And quail chirp their melodies with whippoorwills.

Distant crows punctuate the symphony.

I take a sip of my sweet, creamy drink, Nibble the cinnamon roll and close my eyes As the new sun transforms my being.

KISSING TREETOPS Moon’s glow projects Magical radiant energy Kissing treetops and Christening distant silhouettes Charming God’s evening.

As if dropped from the sphere Tiny lightening bugs skitter Here and there Blinking long enough To freely dart unchartered.

…Readers, thank you for reading. Have a good week. Bless someone!

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