What causes waves, I ask?What sends them crashing on the shore?Who calls to them? Stop here and go no more?Blue turns to sea green and then folds itself Into frosty white breakers Then rushes back-- rushes!Whose voice is it I hear roar?I listened to the sea and thought the sound Was the voice of God;But suddenly knew it was... Continue Reading →

Seeds like crimson beads On raffia ribbons, Like a schoolgirl's beaded braidsWhimsical swag of color,Dances in a palm tree,Sways to the music of the wind.

Morning Glory vine Runs on the garden gateBlossoms are new every morningLike the mercies of God.