Lifts into the air
And is tossed about
By soft breezes
Above the meadow.
My eyes, as well,
tumble and roll across
the green and yellow grasses
resting on this flower or that.
How and where do you choose to wander?
Ever so gently? with grace and love?
What part of God’s earth do you inhabit?
Can you be like her rivers and plunge forward
flowing over and around the chiseled rock?
With slow persistence cut the canyon,
gathering strength with each obstacle overcome.
Can you keep moving with the wind
and experience her mountains and oceans?
and remember to touch the leaf
at the top of the tree
in your own back yard?
Vicki Dec 2009
Doing what you love matters. Encouraging people to do what matters to them is rewarding. Sharing poetry is something I am passionate about. Taking part of the process, reading or writing poetry. If I inspire one person to read, to feel, to think about living a poetic life, then together we have accomplished something special.
From The Irony of American History
Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in out lifetime;
therefore, we must be saved by hope.
Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense
in any immediate context of history:
therefore you must be saved by faith.
Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone;
therefor we are saved by love.