Keep It in the Yard
Forget the links
I’m in the yard
Starting low
Looking for control
Mom’s with baby
Strolling my street
A wayward ball
Could land me in jail
I would need bail
Sky Fly
If man were meant to fly
He would have been given
An imagination
If man were meant to dream
He would have been given
Sleepless nights
Jesus the Flying Door
Jesus is the
Flying door.
He graces us,
He comes our way
Many times a day.
Ever bump
Your head on a door?
That was Jesus
The flying door!
To wake you to
Your thoughts!
I was brought up in a staunch religious world being taught that my religion was the best one, the true one. I was brought close to the altar serving Mass at the age of 5 or 6. I memorized Latin. The first two words | learned in Latin were. “Ad Deum” or ” To God Who is hey joy of my youth”. Ad Deum qui laetificat, juventutem meam, meaning “To God Who is the joy of my youth”. That was many years ago. Since then, my life has been indelibly affected by “the church”. For years, I hardly asked questions about what it all meant. It was so illustrious and mysterious to me that I just followed.