Death

Death. It surrounds me, like silence in my head.

Death. It reminds me, what all is left unsaid.

Death. It can be dark and maybe even dreary.

Death. For some it is rather cheery.

Bennett's First Worm

Lisa asked me to write something HAPPY for these pictures.. hereeee we go!

Mommy took me out to play today
And what did I find?
Something wiggly and jiggly
And so very full slime!

I picked it up and stretched it
And looked it in the eye
I wasn’t quite sure
Which end I should try?

It made Nenna yelp
And sent shivers up her spine
But, with that little earthworm
I’ll spend so much time.

Struggling

An open shell, an empty hell, is all I am to me.
Singing songs of praise never seems to set me free.
I call out in need, looking to feed on all things good and gracious
And in return I hear the echo through my vast and empty spaces.
This void I fear will never be filled with love divine and true.
So, praying, I plead and mercy I need for each day to begin anew.