Lying in the sunshine of Your love, Recounting humming bird days, Flitting as flashes flung to the heavens, I look to the horizon, For the rising of yet another sun.
I feel I know You. It is me I doubt, But I don’t know why. I have spent my life Becoming what I think You want me to be. Others, though, have always Seemed to do it better.
Here I am at eve tide, Recounting the many waters, That wash these shores. Your Beauty plays for me, Painting the setting sun; I guess, to reassure my clay Of The Love You are, As I still look for me, Reflected in Your smiling eyes.
Listening with the heart in quiet prayer inspired me to writePrayers of My Heart.- conversations with God in poetry. My poetry is prayer. It’s me, talking with God. It is often psalm-like in its rhythms. It flows from a grounded Catholic desire for holiness of life and spiritual growth. I am always the sinner striving to be saintly to please God, Who would have me “be perfect.” These poetic conversations speak to the human condition, and of the love of Father, Son and Holy Spirit for the beloved creation He made in His image.