REVELATION
This morning the mountains were purple and gold
And they stood, so king-like against the heaven!
God’s glory and honor, once hidden, were told
By the colors and splendor laced in them.
I watched, and I wondered at the things I was seeing.
I recognized, finally, the difference I made.
Although small in this world (a mere human being)
I could do much, if I wasn’t afraid.
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FRIDAY NIGHT PIZZA
PoetryThis is poetry about normal, ordinary life. Some of it will rhyme. Some of it won't. But I sincerely hope that anyone who stumbles across this will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
