Through the Window of Time

GE DIGITAL CAMERAOut of the window my focus travels back in time,

to an old chicken coop, where roosters crows echo in my mind,

amid the laughter of Alice, my neighbor, weathered well,

who worked harder than a man, witnessed by the tales she’d tell,

From dawn to dusk her garden and chickens were her showcase,

Relying only on rain, stored in a cattle tank to beat drought’s despair,

I have forever this woman locked in my heart who is so  rare.

For no alarm clock I needed to get me out of bed those days through each call

As the roosters cock-a-doodle-do penetrated my bedroom’s ever hearing wall

The building still stands like a guardian over the memories I hold in my heart,

Through the window, remember the scenes that never will part.

I am Okay, You are Okay

What would Jesus Do?

The day my son came to me and told me he was gay,
My heart wanted to melt away.
But God spoke to me as I always know He will,
Just as God loves me unconditionally, “You are my son, still.”
My son, my gift from heaven’s home above,
He is mine, forever to love.
I am Okay, You are Okay.
In His arms, we still stay.

 

 

 

The Long Winter Blues

The long winter blues of bitter cold of snow or chilling to the bone
Seems like this winter especially has brought us  down from our warm thrones.
Cling to the thought that soon winter will become a memory of the past
When we find spring’s warm sun, and the showers and rainbows of promises that last.