Always

Pages in a Book

As Eagles

Painting With My Eyes Shut

Our Maker was here 

before we were

painting the earth with love.

When did His canvas 

begin to crack –

pooling its oil …

destroying the picture ?

Our Creator breathed 

before we…

Swirling pigment 

into existence .

How can color separate,

attempting to destroy 

the Rainbow?

What picture 

are we sending 

by trying 

to control the brush,

when masterpieces 

build every fiber 

of our entire canvas?

Tiny Hearts

With More than Feathers

Clues to the Future

Blood Bought

Oh, To Run!

More Than Cells

So tiny;

Many shapes

and sizes

even a variety of color.

Many carried by the wind;

Others planted 

by a plan.

Each require

sunlight ,

water,

soil

and wind

in order to grow.

Some will become 

shade, building materials, paper….

Others provide

Nourishment, medicine…

Many will be

Worn, wrote upon….

Yet ALL will provide

Beauty and clean air.