Some of it 'comes to me' and is written as it flows through my mind. The first two poems I have listed came to me that way. I will add others as time permits.
THE JOURNEY
There was a meadow green
And a mountain tall,
There was a Season Spring
And a Season Fall.
One precedes the blossoming
The bursting forth with life …..
The other foreruns dying ….
With suffering , pain & strife.
I’ve climbed the mighty mountain
And fallen down it’s side.
Been scratched and bruised and broken
With error as my guide.
I lay there through the winter
All covered --- froze --- still.
When words like “love” and “truth” and “hope”
Began my heart to fill …..
A letter full of promise
From one so close to God
And I could squirm & wriggle
And raise up off the sod.
The meadow green began to form
Before my very eyes
The joy and love of “welcome back!”
Was burst across the skies.
The love of God is awesome,
His mercy has no bound,
When one who slept and was stone cold
Is warmed … and loved … and found..