Like a mean-spirited middle school boy,
Rain cut in line and wouldn't quit.
He tickled Fall too hard until she fell
in all her glory
in front of God and everyone
her tears of red and yellow
whimpering "it was my turn."
Patricia Spreng
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Cheryl
Laughter was
your color
and joy, your
song
There was music
in your heartbeat
and beauty came
of the things you touched
whether ivory
or floral
or gardens of
plenty
You made
everything sing
the glory of
God
You listened
more than you spoke,
gave more than
you took
Blessed those
around you
with gentle
grace and encouragement
Dancing and
singing
How great is our
God
Now, your true
dance begins
where beauty
abounds
and as Mike
said,
‘you will feel
at home there.’
patricia spreng
Friday, November 15, 2013
Trust
When the world says hang on,
and God says let go...
let go.
When the world says let go,
and God says hang on...
hang on.
patricia spreng
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Fall
please wait for me
to fall fully
reveling in wonder
bursting in that for which
I’ve waited
your chill can wait
until my color comes
and drinks fully
of the fall
patricia spreng
Saturday, November 2, 2013
This Way
Maybe our path
is already paved with gold
and we don't see it
but for the cold, gray
grindstone before us.
Trudging through the muckity muck,
our headstrong self
doesn’t really know it all
after all.
Lift up your eyes
to higher ground,
grab your boots and
get out of the Way.
patricia spreng
Do not call to mind the former
things, or ponder things of the past. For, I
am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I
will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry
wasteland. Isaiah 43:18-19
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