28 July 2011

What I Need

Should all the light be borne away;

Should no more mountains split the sky;

Should forests deep be made barren;

Should all the oceans be run dry;

Should all the stars fade to nothing;

Should all the flowers wither and die;

Should the moon melt into darkness;

Should no more sunsets light up my eye;

Still He would love me--

What more do I need?

11 July 2011

Driving Home

Sweet scent of summer
grass, dusk slowly unravels,
nighttime reveries.