A shadow crosses my path…

A new day breaks…

My whole life I’ve been longing…

Quietly on the pew she sat…

Neverending number eight…

Blue and faded are you shaded…

A myriad of colors, hundreds of shades…

High upon this cable I sit…

Hear the call of lost glory aching to be renewed…

Be what you are and not what you’re not…

What is God to me?…

A small collection of three haikus

He began to sup the cup of suffering…

As we sing our songs of praise, in thankfulness our voices raise…

Mourning light to morning light…

This day, o Lord, I pledge my love to You.

I’ve got a mansion up there and it’s waiting for me…

Why do we have two arms…

In the church singing songs…

Who am I? I am the breeze blowing through the trees…