My heart is pounding
Though what hovers me does not pound my head
Each day I know God is watching
Also each day the firmaments birds do too,
What shall I choose
Who shall I choose, this day
For to me the day is nearly gone by,
But I know there are starving souls.
Their tarry has aged
And their cry is usurped
I seek their peace to be received
But from who should their peace be proferred?
I must not stop
I must act now
Before it's too late!



An evening more gentle than the one prior, I hope
Longing the dawn of day
Lengthening study
Expecting a word, one in a distance
His covers resting softly alone in solitude
One touch and you'll reveal His colors
One touch and He'll provide His grace
His seasons are to be shared
And His face does shine as does the sun
Him has no pairs
Him consumes many pains
His shade takes care of mothers
His marriage is a glorious fate
His word bares no shame.