As the world turns to darkness
And light no longer gleams,
As burning rays of hope die out
And all is lost it seems.
Believe
Faith
Faith and You
Real faith requires something from you;
Answer the riddle to know what to do.
It’s a phrase, can you guess it? We shall see.
First is a word that, in short, means “me”.
Angels All Around
A look to the right, and no one,
A look to the left—the same.
Your life’s a solo journey;
Or so some seem to claim.
What I Know
What do you get when God says no?
What do you get when cold winds blow?
What do you get when hope seems low?
I don’t know.
The Test
You’re in a third-grade classroom;
And as you may have guessed,
The kids are in the middle of
A trying spelling test.
The Laborer
To every laborer in God’s own field
Who comes with their sickle, ready to wield,
Eager to work with all of their might
To bring in the harvest that’s golden and white—
The Rose
The funny thing with roses, they start as just a bud;
Some take so long to open, they seem like just a dud.
But no amount of wishing will make them open up,
Like no amount of wanting removed the bitter cup.
Grandpa, the Mulberry, and Me
Author note: I posted this on the one-month anniversary of my Grandpa’s passing. Enjoy.
Once there was a mulberry tree—
Planted when the kids were young;
And like the growing family,
It also upward sprung.
Sticks and Bricks
We all know the story of the three little pigs—
Two built houses of straw and twigs;
Not wanting to work in the heat and the sun,
They chose instead to play and have fun.
And they mocked the third pig for his planning and care
When he laid out a structure that was sturdy and square.
For he didn’t fall for the quick, flimsy fix,
But carefully built a house made of bricks.
Potential
The breeze washing over me, from where does it come?
The passing bumblebee, how does it hum?
The chasing birds, how do they fly?
And why is it blue—the heavenly sky?
Once Upon A Rhyme 