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Morsel
4-4-13

My proverbial wasabi pea
Under t8he love seat cushion
Needs to be swept away by the tools I am equipped with
To make it happen this weekend
I hope to be as productive as it once was
In dreams of returning to retail work
With incentive to make my way back home
Of which resides right there where tonight I lay my head....





Gift
4-4-13

Writing a composition for the sake of itself
Out of a place called nowhere
That indeed  is just as tangible as the pen
To which I now grasp
Seeing the benefit even in the adder and the asp
Giving this gift of roving eyes
Starving for the beauty already provided
By today's world of sunshine and optimism
She will be there when I lay my head down to sleep
So that I might once more truly go deep....





God's Match For Me
4-4-13

Lowering the waterline
To make clearly seen those deeper aspects
Of who I am in Jesus and He in me
Going with the flow of a river
Running to deeper and darker seas
Vast with their supply of salmon
Of my dreams she is waiting for me
There in that I believe that I will fall in love again
Making life more meaningful in my menagerie of moments
On the corner of Market and Memory....