Whispers of the Wind

Trees standing tall reaching to the sky.
When the wind dances between trees,
Leaving a trace of mist on the ground.
Leaves blow from one place to another.

A sound of a leaf brushing one another.
Clam finds a place among the breeze.
Serenity accompanies the whispering.
As the wind leaves a trail of freshness,

Clarity leaves me with a quiet soul.

Cemented Freedom

In the inner-city among the cemented sidewalks,
Buildings of cement reaching towards the sky.
Cemented bricks and cemented hearts that cry.
Among the cemented world lives freedom.

Freedom comes as flowers grow free.
Cardinals sing among the trees at dawn.
God’s freedom among the cemented city.
Freedom as the wings of the cardinal’s flight.

Among the flowers there is a life of beauty.

The Garden of Friendship
For Mary Kirsch

The sunshine, rain, and snow flowers grew.
As did our love for one another in hardship,
Flowers grow in the cracks of the sidewalk,
And through our fears and doubts of life,

Quietly as the candles burned on the altar.
We sat together with our hearts open.
In the garden love still grows,
Flowers grow through the cracks.

While we see the petals of the heart.

Summer Beauty

Her skin was the color of caramel
And her eyes the color of cream,
With a smile that warmed my heart.
She spoke like the wind in summer.

Seeing how gracefully she walked.
Reminding me of the beauty of life.
She sat by the window looking at me.
A moment of eye contact between us.

Remembering that glance in my prayers.