Before I slept

As I rested, My head on my pillow, Love coursed through my heart. It must be contained In my blood, For as the heart does its job, The blood passes through And its passenger, Love, Sings its song So softly Yet so soulfully, That it resonated inside of me. And my heart reverberated With every …

Seed time and Harvest, and Patience

When I feel impatient, I picture a person in the middle of a corn field with the stalks half-grown, Only waist high, And the person is Powerless, pouty, and selfish. They are petulantly commanding stalks to grow, To give ears of corn. Because they want corn-on-the-cob, and they want it now. The scenario is ugly. …