how the light falls - summer

something so simple

as how the light falls

evokes such feelings

as to leave us in awe

of life's dimensions

both here and elsewhere,

how nothing is static

how change takes us unaware;

artists attempt the rendering,

poets set about to rhyme

but it's the way the light falls

that leads our feelings

to align 

when I get to winter - summer

when I get to winter

let me think of the spring

for there is peace

in the remembering

when life was new

and all was green

so much sadness

still unseen;

all that goodness 

still remains

a part of me -

I hear the strains

of comforting birds

and sunshine's rays

in peacefulness on

the grassy plain

where kind folks dwell

just over the hill -

no matter the winter,

I'll live there still. 

gentle grace - summer

gentle grace

set your holy place

among we who need thee so much...

there is pain

we're bearing its name

and we long for your merciful touch

turn our eyes

from what lies

before us here

and let us find

you, soft and kind

as we feel you, oh so near