le mot juste

le mot juste

To use a wrong word

To worship the Word

Is in a word

Reckless

RWOz2

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Crumb Crunchers

Crumb crunchers

Crumb crunchers
So dear to me
Thumb suckers
Cling to my knee

Who knows
What I’ll find
In my pockets?
While guarding
Their fingers
From power sockets

I am the
Tickle monster
Who ekes out
Giggles galore
When up-turned faces
Beg for more

I toddle among
These
Knuckle gummers
Whose mouths
Have a date
Across the summers
Here and there
They osmose
Through their tongues

Tis the age and
Time to whet
Their palates
So they’ll know
The uniqueness
Of Your Word
Through the sweetness
Of the honeycomb

So that in time
To come
They shall not depart
From Him.

RWOz2

I Met a Poem

I met a Poem

I met a poem
Once
All unaware
She was one

She did for
The least of these
And was told
Twas for the Son

She submits
Her scheme
To follow
His theme

Her metre
Marking time
To His beat
Her rhymes
Line by line
Toll complete

And raises
Others up
With no thought
To her own

By which was shown
We too can poems be
Songs formed
On the lips of God.

RWOz2

Silvered Hair

Silvered Hair

(The birthday girls in their birthday month).

You can have your gold
On its looks, I’m not sold
Give me silver and its gleam
That – I whole-heartily esteem

But if you think
This whim strange
Your opinion
I seek to change
For God Himself
Gives His approbation
On His saints
In silver acclamation

Render to them your praise
Fitting their renown
As complement to the Lord’s
Silver crown.

[Proverbs 16:31]

RWOz2

Driveway Tea

Driveway Tea

The trees have turned their coats
From green to crimson gold.
And soon like careless teens
Will drop them on the floor
And there they will lie
While I them spy
Safe and dry indoors

At this turn of seasons
Deciduous lesions
Steep the seeping rain
Into a spot
Of driveway tea

This cold brew
A fusion of leaf
And rain and dew
A concoction
Sans relief
Leaves a stain
Beyond belief

But for now
I let it be
For I must wait
Till turn of spring
To expunge the dregs
Of driveway tea.

RWOz2