after the marathon bombing

If having me weather
a constant barrage
of self-important trivialities
while staring at a half-mast flag
and pondering man's inhumanity
is part of God's plan
for building His character
into mine... well,
those are the current conditions;
all that remains
is the accomplishment
of the purpose.

breeze

sometimes
there is nothing better
than to feel the breeze
to close my eyes
to forget
to be able to forget
for just this moment
all the foolishness
of all the flesh
to hear sighing trees
to know
the moving of the Spirit.
O cleanse my thoughts
of all but You
for all those times
when I must
must!
do other than
close my eyes
and feel the breeze
and know You
O Most Worthy
all, ever, always
and nothing better