*God’s Hand*

Walk through the garden of light

Where flowers bloom in the night.

Walk past the river

Where it moves in a sliver.

Walk past the tower

Where at the top it has a flower.

Look at the beauty of the land

Reach out for God’s hand.

Smile at the face of God

But does anything feel odd?

Do you know where you are?

You are in the place of God.

Look down at the river again

Watch it move in its sliver.

Is God not at work here?

God will pick you up someday

But for now you must go away.

Awake from this happy place

With angels dancing around your face.

Fall through the clouds

And land back in your body.

It is not your time yet

But you will get there someday.

All because of God’s Hand.

Shadow Bounty Hunter

Every night at ten

A shadow moves within.

The kids are sleeping

The parents are going.

But still a shadow moves within.

The shadow is full of hatred

And greed is nothing to it.

It lurks up the stairs

And into the kid’s room.

When he stares them down.

He leaves them with nightmares.

Now as the shadow moves away,

One kid jumps up.

He catches sight of the moving shadow

And never wants to again.

Snow up on your knees

When you walk out into the brisk morning air,

And you give a shiver because its not there.

You stare at the white covered ground.

A gasp escapes you mouth,

And the air touches your cheek like God touches your heart.

You run back inside and shut the door,

Your kids are awake so back out the door.

You play and build snowmen,

But when the snow gets to deep,

You call your kids in.

You make hot chocolate for your family,

Than go watch the snow fall.

Faster, faster, faster it falls,

But you grow slowly colder.

Snow, snow, up past your knees.

Snow, snow, up on your knees.

You give a big sigh,

As the house gets cold.

You head back to bed,

Thinking that you need more warmth.

And silently you fall back to sleep.

Snowy Happenings

Sorry I have not been posting here, It has been hard to think of poems... but here is one.

Snowy Happenings

When the wind blows

and white flurries fall.

You know its snow.

When the kids are screaming

And sleds go zipping by.

You know its snow.

When a snowball kisses your cheek

And your hands are numb.

You know its snow.

When your mother calls you in

And you smell hot chocolate.

You know its snow.

When you’re sitting around a tree

And opening well wrapped boxes.

You know its Christmas.