Autumn

Leaves
Fall
Delicately.

Head,
Shoulders,
Covering me.

Wind
Blows
Frantically

I'm
Shivering
Miserably.

Fire
Dances
Coaxingly

Toes
Thaw
Greatfully

Not a Good Thing

"It's not a big deal," I keep telling myself.
I know that I'm wrong, but i stick it on a shelf
Back behind dust and cobwebs of old.
Yet it's forefront in my mind
Big and bright and bold.

It doesn't seem bad, a good thing in fact.
But at the same time, i feel i've broken a pact.
One that I've never made, but i know is there.
Pne that says that these feelings are not small or mere

Too Blessed

Riding along on waves of beauty
Wondering how it became mine.
I don't deserve this Love
That's proven one of a kind.

Suffering for the righteous, luxury for me.
So unfair that this is how it must be.
The gracious are lost in life unplenished
While shallow exist without a care finished.

Maybe it's the other way around.
The poor are rich and the vain, impoverished.
The broken will be blessed, their Wealth abound.
The haughty will fall, their luxuries useless.

We are New

Not merely sinners
Broken and torn,
But God's chosen people;
Alive and reborn.
Though our eyes stray
To the things of this world
You take us away,
You're beauties unfurled.