
on the craggy rocks
azure ocean foams the shore.
people under palms.

on the craggy rocks
azure ocean foams the shore.
people under palms.

Maybe you are right.
Maybe you have it all wrong.
Only time will tell.

On the snow-fogged peak
the lonely evergreens smile.
Such emptiness. Joy!

“How large is too large?”
said the wise, soaring eagle.
The gnat said, “How small?”

This joy that I have,
the world can’t take it away
It belongs to God.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
Isaiah 55:12a

On the sleeping grass
the biting wind meets the leaves.
Tomorrow? Same thing.
“Blowing Leaves” by alexabboud is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

“It is not my job.”
Such a silly thing to say.
Check out the sled dogs!

lights peek through the fog
on the eerie interstate
early morning mist

Do not say, “I can’t”
When you really mean, “I won’t”
Wakey wake, cup cake.
Photo by Oksana Dolzhko on Pexels.com

brick by brick we build
thoughts and actions, good and bad
we choose–heaven or hell
Photo by Matt W Newman on Unsplash