To my girl

girlHaving friends like these
Makes it good to be alive

Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life

Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?

My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife

A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine

All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine

Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine

All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine

—————————-Photo by Alexander Shustov

Current

river stonesSwamped by rapids and torrents

sweeping debris downstream

eroding every sandbank

every creature’s home of dreams

pulling on weeds and reeds

that populate the banks

irrigating flood lands

without a word of thanks

Such forces here faced

buried deep in to bedrock

a boulder immersed in waters deep

clear water for the flock

The gushing noise it causes

could illuminate our fears

But rather not still water

growing tepid over years

Such solid rock is moulded

constant force of river wide

smooths out all imperfections

buffs the surface to a shine

no watershed moment could

make a boulder weak

one so vast and solid

made from mountains’ peak

————————————–Photo by Beverly Nguyen