Sparks

In the cool of the morning

I croon to you warning

of arms that would hold you 

till dark 

as up we lay asking 

at God's kindness basking 

at those sparks in a dark 

lonely sky

We're but sparks in a dark lonely sky 

just sparks in a dark lonely sky 

I would ever-be never without you my love

my spark in a dark lonely life.  

Why we two together

with hands gently tethered

have grace in such generous
supply...

but sparks rose a flame

to a fire never tamed

and the whole world's ablaze

with our light

I would ever-be never without you, my love,

my spark in this dark, lonely life.

The Shuffle

In the movement of the waters
in the shaking of a kiss
in the silent prayer preceded
a most feared and reverent wish
to the Maker
   
           of our love known now
           in revolving states of bliss…
           Turn I to that memory
           evolved-now unto this

And I praise the then-beginning
and I praise the rocky road
and I praise the heights ascended
and the baggage that has slowed
us to a shuffle
             though we really used to go...
             Lover, look not to the pillow.
             Lover, look not to the pillow.

Lover, look not to the pillow
or the shuffling of your feet,
like some traveler too wearied
by the movements on the street
             amidst the wonder of creation
             also spoken by a word
             Lover, speak to me, me, me
             Lover, lift your head and see me
            
             And look not to the pillow.
            

Measured Amounts of Faith and Hope, Measured Results of Peace and Rest

There's a deep, sweet well of peace and rest
for the Christian soul to try.
If he's brave enough to humbly come,
there is endless and good supply.

So...

Drink my brothers, my sisters, my fellow
heirs in the grace of life.
There is only as much as your faith and hope
in the wonderful work of Christ.

There is always as much as your faith and hope
in the wonderful work of Christ.

Isaac

I sn't it amazing?
S ay it is. It's so
A bsolutely amazing,
A boy of mine to hold.
C an you believe he's here?

It's Isaac, my dear.

Silly Song with Ollie

Down by the lake on the willow tree swinging like monkeys in the Summer breeze. Take a running leap and up we go, off from the tree down to the lake below.
Swim like fishes by the lake-ee shore,take a deep breath and down we go to the bottom where the clams do showus treasures in their shells in the lake below.

Push off the bottom of the lake floor. Just before the top. And, we sneak real slow to watch feet of a duck kicking, "Go, go, go." Take a little nip off of Ducky’s toe.
Looking o're his shoulder had a heart attack; thought an alligator got a him-sized snack. Fly away, fly away, "Quack, quack, quack!" Ollie and Daddy waving, "Hey, Duck come back, come back." 
Floating on our backs like lilypad frogs; staring up sharing our wishes and all; watching that tree just a’wave his arms
at the mamas and the cousins and the dogs out in the yard.

MM-hmm, Oh Oh, MM-hmm,
in the lake below, Oh oh.