Friday, October 12, 2007

A Dream for a Song

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to stand on a stage
And deliver a sermon in three quarter time
In the key of A.
To have your message written in rhyme
and have the audience join in your verse.
What would it be like to be a gospel singer?
I can only dream for a song.
And hope for the chance
for the dream to come true,
When I can sing the gospel to you.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

A Poem

It is strange what the peculiar inner workings of the brain stirs to memory.
How does the smell of a far off fire
Bring to your mind's eye the images of childhood
When you were in the woods
Searching for firewood
But you got lost for a moment
The dark woods became a coffin
Yet the light of the fire gave you hope
The light gave direction
A way to return home?