The future comes, it will be what we build. The waiting now is over, There is work yet to be done. The building and the making Are never easy won. O, Lift your eyes to heaven Set your feet upon the path Turn your hands to the labor What e’re the aftermath. The storms still… Read More The Day’s Labor
Some hope on what is likely to be a stressful day. I wrote this Sunday but it seemed appropriate for today. The light is ever burning It cannot be laid low. It shines through every darkness Bringing hope with its glow. Do not fear the darkness It cannot stand the light Even as the dawning… Read More Do Not Fear the Darkness
Dark as the world is, there is hope. I rarely go this religious here; however, I hope it brings hope even for those who are not religious. Through trials and tribulations That come from worldly woes And breaking hearts’ prostration For rescue from our foes. A pleading cry arises To heaven’s all gracious king And… Read More A Prayer in the Darkness
Perhaps appropriate to the season, it came from a comment somewhere “the ghosts were many that day.” (I wish I could remember where.) The rest just flowed from that. The ghosts were many that bright fall day And many a spirit did slip away From all that may yet do them good In the living… Read More Ghosts
Something cheerful for today. I hope your mornings go this well. The mist of morning shimmers soft As sleepy owls find their loft, And little children slumber deep As the dawning starts to creep. The sun sneaks up his big bold head And winks at the moon who turns to bed. The sleepy mist turns… Read More Morning Time
