Popped

Word attempts fall short the uncaptured bubbles of Gods wonders. When touched they pop, Market them they pop, Duplicate them they pop. His design of now, holds The life in no other.

The Holder of me

The outpouring of the inpouring...... The catching of a falling star...... For tastes of parts of moments....... I catch a wisp of the wonder........ And gaze at it in a jar....... The outside comes in as words........ The inside shines out as life........ Tenderness is its door........ Love that shines from behind....... Glimpse of the holder of all value And me .............................. Wrestling with the puzzle of me....... Blinds me from seeing the freedom that covers me....... Oh foolish me living in the confusion of searching while spinning around in an eddy of found....... The thief is always robbing me....... Discovering the me in me is a discovery of the he in me And the me in he....... Mystery and delight unfolds, back dropped

by a multitude of lights depicting each page,

Constant Discoveries

Winston the dog Moves in a sea of knees, children pulling , yanking with sounds that never cease....... Wandering through it all he teaches me,,,,,,,,, not with my head but in my soul,,,,,,,,, incomplete pieces of sense wrought of the Fathers design.......... We desire to know in full but only get in part,,,,,,,,,,,,, as I gaze from behind the rock. ...….......................