Morning Scent

Morning scent

fragrantly perfect

body next to mine

that of Springtime

outside my window after a night of rain

birds fluttering about

in the background

sweetly waking me

from even the heaviest of slumber

could but one, such as I, even fathom

such wondrous love as this

without a word spoken

lyrics carried--breath after breath

such a natural state of being

closed lids

all that gaze back at me

nothing taken

nothing given

still

soul overflowing

God's own before me

without expectation

or limitation

smile permeates my face

eyes now open

curtains dancing

was it all but a dream

Or

did I just wake from reality…

side note:  3 years and 8 months today and not a drop to drink, thanks be to God

Live Lovingly

One day, when time and space matter not;

I know it is your heart

meant to beat

with mine...

Take Me Out

A recent unfiltered pop-fly:

"I only go to bat
when the pitcher won't quit throwing--
dammit, I prefer the peanuts and cracker jacks."

Back in the day
I didn't give a damn.
I went straight to the mound,
rocking one hell of a fast ball
straight to the plate
with a slight knuckle curve and just enough spin
it looked so 'sweet-spot'
one could hardly refrain from swinging.

As they pulled themselves up, dusted off
with a mixed look of shock, anger and dismay
often following.

I'd grin,
momentarily pleased,
as the ump hollered
"take your base!"

I had no issue walking anyone
"just in case"
caring not about the aftermath's

I AM, thanks be to God,
my own proof
one can dig deep,
repent,
change
and be changed...


"And so I tell you, keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you..."  Luke 11:9