Poetry

“One of the surest signs God and I are talking is that it starts coming out in poetry!”  Ruth Haley Barton

Phoebe Black

Phoebe Black is up and down

Always moving, never still

On the fence post then the ground

Now she’s on the window sill.

Watching what the morning brings

Winging past her seat

Tee hee, tee ho she always sings

After each new buzzing treat.

If you ask her what she’s seen

Come walking past her door

From start to end and in between

She’ll tell you who, what, why and more.

Can You Imagine (Mark 5:1-20)

Can you imagine?

Where once a thousand voices raged,

Now one voice is heard.

Where self destruction reigned,

Now there is only peace.

Where insanity tormented my brain

Now my mind is at rest

Where naked, now I’m clothed.

Where filthy, now I’m clean

Where wounded, now I’m healed

My life in exchange for some pigs.

A new creation, all thanks to Him.

Do you believe me? Can you imagine?

I am THAT man!