I spend three times more/
reading Facebook than #HisWord. /
That is pathetic.
OR
I need to repent.
When small things add up,
And lives get changed, you just hope
You made a diff’rence.
(Sort of goes along with this meme)
My inspired promise
languishes, unfulfilled, still.
The greening of old/
oak trees is a sign not just/
of Spring, but of hope.
Think. Don’t be so quick/
to raise your hand to serve, cuz/
most really don’t care.
It’s impossible/
to break all the rules if none/
have been established.
The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.
What if, with the One’s
mirror gaze, we discover
we’re doing enough?