Where Does the Lightning Bug Sleep?

Lightning bug in the day, 

Ive never noticed you before!

At night you shine-

You are the star that hovers close-and shoots far!

But when the dawn meets the day- 

I've never considered where you go to stay.

Do you try with all your might 

To continue to shine and show your light? 

While all we do is walk on by-

Ignoring you and your unique design.

Sometimes I feel I am at fault

Of ignoring creation in all it's facets

No second thought, no time to halt.

Though the Father whispers-

Slow down in this moment and catch it!

I will choose to both look for and see

All that this day brings to me.

And when dusk meets the night,

Lightning bug, I'll appreciate even more, your beautiful sight!

Inhale With Body, Soul and Spirit

Each breath- laborious to take

Rest you say.

Sit still you say.

Peace you say.

The breathing mask cups my mouth, 

As tender as a loving hand to my cheek.

Deep inhale of grace.

Rasping vocal chords-

Sore from frustrated cries.

Pained from desperately screamed prayers

A soothing cool balm,

Coats this voice of mine.

Inhale. Faith pierces my sore lungs.

Heart beating too fast to keep up.

The rhythm out of place-

As my mind flounders in these thoughts

Pounding my chest-

Seeking relief in Your eyes.

Inhale a deluge of love. I catch my breath.

+ 1 Timothy 1:14 (MSG)
"Grace mixed with faith and love poured over me and into me. And all because of Jesus."

Fingerpainting

Ive never doubted your character

Only on occasion mine

You call me a Masterpiece-

My Artist has no flaw.

But me, I see only finger paint

Strewn across thick skin

No distinct form to view

Colors mismatched, they simply bleed.

Individual merit seems mixed in

Possibility was once a seed

 A thought to translate to paper

But when the attempts played out

The product is far from imagination

Ive never doubted your design

Only on occasion mine

When I'm done smearing the lines

There is paint all across the floor

Who will help see the picture

Does your flattery only go-

As far as a child's hand? 

Maybe the worth is less then quoted

Creative planning seems now eroded.

I never doubted the Hand I hold

Only the work of mine.

I will never doubt the path you set

Only these steps of mine.