Presents

Presents

I sit in the presence of golden and shadows

While my soul it does the same

Yet there is something wondrous about the light

In all of it’s amber revelations

That speaks of infinity, and, yes, beyond

A presence that is always there and always love

Even as the earth turns her face away

She is still met with warm and gentle kisses

Even though the light does fade

It truly never does

It is always burning, always bright, always beautiful

Nothing in this world can stop it

Nor can anything in any other world for that matter

I sit in the presence of the golden and the shadows

Knowing that even in the midst of coming darkness

The light is always shining on my face

K, Duane Carter 1/10/13

Honeysuckle

This is a picture

A picture of Jesus dancing over us

White robe, gold crown

Beauty, beauty all around

Golden sweetness falling off of Him

Like water vapor off a cascade

He sings and gives us quite a parade

With angelic beings and creatures never before seen

We don’t know what it all can be, what it all can mean

All we know is we are in the throes of His dance

And life is nothing less than to dwell, to bask

In the honey of His glory

K, Duane Carter 9-9-10