In the meadow,
The asters bloom,
Waving in the September wind,
Visited by migrating monarchs,
And hungry, patient bees.
The meadow is home to chi-ing crickets,
Peaceful in the sun;
God’s grace given by the Son,
A feast of feeling, sight and sound.
And landing here upon my hand,
A beautiful, black, red-winged beetle,
Trusting me,
As I trust
God’s
Gentle love of me.
Cy, Sept. 27, 2006

If Jesus should come today
What would He say?
Seeing how we stray,
Having our own way,
To our consciences saying nay
Keeping His word at bay,
Worldly things filling our days.
If Jesus should come today,
What would He say?
If Jesus came today
What would we say?

Cy, Tues. Mar. 18, 2008

ICEDROPS (February 16&17, ice storm in Mud Lake Forest)

Raindrops frozen on delicate branches;
A million glistening prisms
Frozen, literally, in time and space;
A rainbow of colours:
God’s glorious, glowing, gift and grace.

Cy, Feb., 19, 2006