PERHAPS
A quiet inquisitiveness
Will come
And erase
The chatter in my mind
Perhaps
I will think with my heart
In a flickering of love,
Maybe I have already
without noticing it
Perhaps
A kind of faith
That is much like
Imperfect be
It’s sister, Love,
Will believe in my heart.
Perhaps my eyes,
While looking at
The stars through
The hope of science,
Will see their meaning
Perhaps I will hope
For a good meaning
To my messy home,
This earth, the place
Of my birth,
I know I love
My home, even
The mess that it is.
Messes can be fixed.
It is my home.
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Poem 25
THE LAST CONVERSATION
It will not be the whispers
It will not be the whispers
With a loved one
As you lay dying
It will not be with Peter.
As you lay dying
It will not be with Peter.
Poem 26
I AM THE LORD'S SHEEP DOG
I am the Lord's sheep dog
I shall not want except to run freely.
I shall not want except to run freely.
Poem 27
SIDELINE CHRISTIAN
Many Christians are
Many Christians are
Sidelined by design.
Has God put them there
Has God put them there