The poetry listed on the sub list to the left under 'Poetry' flowed onto the paper from a pencil or pen in my hand, or from a computer keyboard under my fingers.

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.

 

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