A few days ago I tried to post a poem titled “Quiet Morning” and I guess I didn’t do it right as it never appeared on the blog. I’m still lost as to how to do this thing! I shall try to post that poem again this evening and add another one.
It is quiet in my neighborhood
early in the morning.
I can rise early and be
alone with God.
When my day is busy and noisy
I cannot hear his voice
but in the quiet I listen and he speaks
in that still, small voice.
First, I offer my worship and
he accepts it graciously.
I admit before him all my
shortcomings and he forgives.
I thank him for blessing me with
the wonderful people in my life.
I tell him that I know he has led me
to the place I am now.
I could never have arranged my life
the way he has
and he laughs because I am amazed
at how he brought me here.
He tells me, “That is what I do for those
who love and trust me.”
I sip my morning coffee and
I feel enveloped in Love.
Super Heroine ?
one day a woman came to my door.
With a frown she announced
“I am from the Feminist Police.
If there are any heroines here
they must come with me at once!”
So she took my heroines away
and while she was at it
she arrested all the actresses,
and the waitresses.
They’ve all been locked up now
in a basement cell somewhere.
I grieve because they were helpful.
Now only the men remain,
the actors, the stewards, and the waiters.