Jack Frost

Winter dances,

swooshes and swishes,

blinding wind and snow.

 

A child speaks plainly

To mother, father, grandparents;

Dear Santa; the letters flow;

Dear Jesus, the prayers go.

 

Who will answer,

Who could possible know

Who will answer,

Who could possibly know

Frozen Christmas wishes…

 

What is in your heart ,

when winter dances,

swooshes and swishes

blinding wind and snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blowing in the Wind

The Lord is calling me back

So I hungrily went to church.

I was moved and revived.

Afterwards, taking care of the practical

I took my resume to the bottle depot

hoping to find work.

With my empty stomach in mind

I began to pray to the Lord for His provision,

and blessings, reminding him I need my daily bread

And you wouldn’t believe it –

as soon as I finished praying

there it was –  an answer to my prayer

tumbling along the sidewalks,

20 dollars!

Blowing in the wind.