Traversing Oceans

Traversing Oceans Often I’m writing poems Even I don’t understand The words just seem to flow from me Like water from the hand Though there is some deliberate direction There is always also splash The life seems just to splatter It stains the crimson sash I often love to drift along Sail the open seas…

Wonder

Wonder The curtain has been raised And this is what is seen What to others looks like a giant mess Yet to my Maker it is serene He sees the beauty in the silks He sees color, symmetry, lines He sees life is drifting right in the midst He sees wonder in the chaos that…