My Poems from August 2002
I abide within the tower loft; locked 'til the day I die.
I'm not permitted to roam abroad, a prisoner here am I.
Yet hope I have; my King will come to free me from my cell,
And take me to His heavenly home, where I'll forever dwell.
There's a window in my tower that is open to the East,
And in the morn the light breaks in upon my breakfast feast.
I waken to the morning breeze and songs of singing birds.
The pleasantness of daybreak goes without the help of words.
There's a window in my tower that shows panoramas South.
The wonderous things that I see there leave me with open mouth.
It's to this cote the love-notes come, delivered by a dove,
Sent from the King of all the World, assurance of His Love.
There's a window in my tower that I gaze through to the North,
Which hardly ever feels the sun, still it's of priceless worth,
For nearly all within my sight with sunshine are well lit.
The sun behind me casts but one dark line on all of it.
There's a window in my tower that looks out upon the West.
To see the sun is burning low reminds me of my quest.
It's not the shimmering things that I espy beneath the sun,
But all the light behind the stars I'll see when Day is done.
August 11, 2002
Herewith I send this little rhyme.
I hope it gets to you on time.
I trust you'll have a happy day.
May it be pleasant every way.
May all you do and say go right,
From dawn of day, 'til dark of night.
May all relationships be true.
May all God's blessings come to you.
May your friends around you gather
May you have the nicest weather.
It's hard to feel you're forty-five
Ain't it grand to be alive.
August 16, 2002