POEMS & REFLECTIONS

She sits alone beside the river
watching rippled currents run.

A steam powered city with towers of brass
and intricate swirling designs,

The Lord is close to those who call His name,
though disillusionment has brought despair.

Unequalled is the Lord’s unfailing love,

Like mountains surrounding and rising
and shielding the vulnerable land,
His generous goodness comprising
the touch of His merciful hand.

A princess looked out of her window and saw,
a prince on a galleon approaching the shore,

Galactic pirates stride across the plain,
while flying microraptors circle high,
and light from Jupiter begins to wane.

Flames reach up;
slender glowing hands,
stroke the temporal branches
with a searing caress.

A tree beyond my bedroom window stands,
with fragile drooping branches hanging low,
as if to touch the ground with trailing hands,

She passes her time in a derelict hall,
where pillars of marble around her stand tall,