The child loses way in wilderness
and roses turn black, then to dust
There …
standing in the eye of the storm
houses whirl __ mighty oak trees __ fall by wayside
Lord, I was thinking ‘bout this little girl
__standing strong
singing tender lullabies
on a breezy, late spring day
She pulls her sock up over knee
Then lovingly kisses and cradles baby dolls
Winds would whisper sweet promises then
Leaves made luscious sounds of calm
Sun made way through clouds with ease
While away the hours
Planning days __ the wedding, the coming of children
The love to share one day
Joy of youth ..
yields itself
Sometimes I stand in wonder at:
how any and many a soul
can survive on this earth
The marvel of it all!