Private Thoughts

Seems that poems when they do emerge don't leap into the sunshine like the smile on Shamu at Sea World and this is a really happy time in my life-as long as I don't look in the mirror or climb stairs. My knees have learned to count-"fool! that is dozen stairs your thinking of climbing. Anyway a blog will spare my facebook family from reading my thoughts.

Longing

You said: Take one step toward Me and I run toward you.

But what if I can only limp or crawl?

What if I can only lie in bed?

Listening to the rain pound on the roof

You said: If I prayed to You

You would become the ear that listens

But what if I can barely whisper?

Or cannot summon the courage to speak?

What if I can only lie in bed?

Listening to the rain pound on the longing in my heart