Birth

Birth

I can feel the poems

Some are like angst and depression

Some are like joy and peace

Some the words flow like the winds

Some refuse release

I think those are the best ones

The ones  that stay locked in the womb

Awaiting just the right moment to be birthed

Crying, gasping for air

Blinded by the sudden light

Covered in blood and sweat and tears

Those are the best ones

The ones I cannot write

The ones that I must feel

And continue feeling deep in my spirit

Until I can take no more

Writing has been compared to chore

But I see it as much, much more

I see it as a new life beginning

Little Feet

I found this poem in my journal and I wish to dedicate it to Isaiah on his "gotcha day" today.

Little Feet

I love these little feet

They have walked across African soil

Now they rest and sleep

These feet have seen the women weep

They have seen the men’s great toil

In the dry and barren streets

These feet have stepped on paths of death

Yet they thrive now in the light

These feet have known what hunger is

They have known the darkness, known the bliss

They have known the agony of the night

They have felt the wonder of the breath

I love these little feet

These feet that come from African soil

Now they rest and sleep

And in my heart I sense the deep

And the pleasure in the tumultuous toil

That brought him from the barren street

And now he rests at home

Each Life

I'm posting this poem today in honor of our son Isaiah's "Gotcha Day."

Each Life

This is what it’s all about

These are smiles of heaven’s shouts

This is life that sets one free

This is life as it’s meant to be

This is a picture of the kingdom of God

A picture that was taken on this earthly sod

This is a picture of heaven on earth

This is a picture of what love is worth

This is a sight of the look in God’s eyes

This is the cost of the most priceless prize

This is the world in the way it should be

This is the way that we set the world free

Each life makes a difference