THE LAST CONVERSATIONS
It will not be the whispers
With a loved one
As you lay dying
It will not be with Peter
At the pearly gates
It will be a dream
Reminding you
Of a face to face
With the Christ
Who spoke you into existence
Long ago, forgotten,
Til this moment of moments
IT WAS BURIED
under busy moments
And matters of import
A quiet, gentle, miracle moment
So soft that it had slipped away
I came to you
I saw the darkness
In your soul
I touched it
Then I Spoke, Saying
You want to quit
Slip away from
The anger in your soul
Even death is better
Then I displayed a world
Without your charm
Moments empty of your smile
The kindnesses that seemed
like nothing now in your dispair
Do you hear the whispers
Of thanks and hope
That you spread
Though you felt empty inside
You still spread goodness
Yet you could not see
Its blessing on others!
The Master Continues
To show you the hidden
Parts of your life
The secret blessing
You were to many
He tells you He hid it
To keep you from boasting
Showing you a replay
Of the blessings you were
To people and to others unknown
Who felt the ripple
of what you did
and what you misplaced
in the darkness of your soul
Poem 28
I shall not want except to run freely.
Poem 29
Many Christians are
Has God put them there
Poem 30
I think of Him
Where He Lay
Midst cows and hay.