Falling Branches.


A branch fell down today, carried off by

the wind?

Or was it the weight of life

bearing downwards a moment too long,

breaking its ability to hold on?

It fell slowly but loudly whispered,

demanding my attention, and so I paid.

The leaves fluttered, excited

to meet the ground.

The grass! Their unknown, distant cousins embraced

some of them, yet some of them

were still born aloft by the natural way of

the branches.

They had to wait their turn.  Warmth found them all

as the sun shadowed them with light;

they wait until night to begin life anew.

The thoughts of the natural world are –

or aren’t they?

Perhaps I’ve been staring outside for too long.


First Attempt at Hymn Writing…

Before the Earth,

Before the sky,

Before Man only knew to say “I’m alive.”

You were there,

Making me

Into the man you wanted me to be.


Lord, you are great

I surrender my all.

Giving you praise today,

What e’er befall.

You took my sins,

and you locked them away,

Tearing the veil in two,

So now I see you.

It was You,

Who appointed me

The times and place, so why can’t I see

You bore it all

You took my sin

You cleansed me, now a new life can begin.