I walked around the grounds
And saw crutch after crutch
Piled together making one
Huge colage of life-like
New beginnings.
On the inside,colored glass
Beamed in the sunshine.
You didn't need
The ugliness of incandescent.
Everything about the place
Shined and gleamed
Like a car freshly washed
And waxed. I stood there,
In awe of its beauty
But I began to wonder,
Am I good enough
To set foot in here?
I am just an imperfect woman.
I am nothing like
The perfect beauty
Surrounding me now.
Does He know I'm here?
Should I have knocked first?
Would He want me here,
Basking in all of this beauty?
I hope He shows up.
Does He come here on
Days that don't start with S?
The chatter filled my head,
I left confused, ashamed,
Imperfect, and unworthy.
I finally found the ugly concrete
Of the outside.
I started to walk in a daze
Of thought and simplicity.
Left foot, right foot,
Left foot, right foot.
I looked up and there it was!
Big, sturdy, and quite old.
The leaves as bright
As they could be.
I ran to it like a school girl.
I stood underneath it's bigness
And I looked up.
He's here.
I know He is,
I can feel Him.
I think I can hear
Him too!
He's saying that I don't need
An invitation.
Blue Water Baptism
You always thought of yourself
And you wondered how we
Would affect you in the little
World you call life.
You talked of color to us,
Gray was non-existent,
Only black and white
Breathed life in your world.
You put us on a pedestal,
Making it big enough
To fit in your world.
You made us god-like.
We could do no wrong.
We could make no mistakes.
The pool was no exception.
We had fun, yes,
Singing, dancing, and hanging out
As our teenage way of life
Played out. The warm breeze,
Inviting us to take a dip.
It was like a baptism where
I went in as a demi,
And I came out a goddess,
A parent-like figure.
Created to nurture and be perfect.
I was perfect on that pedestal,
The pedestal you created.
Yes, perfect, a perfect parent.
And yet, why is it that
You are allowed to be a child.
