EDGE OF THE SKY

FRIDAY

The sun has only its red hem left
and the stars are begining to
prick out their usual patterns

A pukeko squawks!
The moon is accompanied by lovely Venus
and the world breathes its excitement
of the evening to follow

 
FLIMSY

Autumn leaves twibbling, bowling
catching the late golden clouded sun
Is that the hat and trews of a little man
dancing his heart out
on the grubbly gutter road,
giving me a wee flutter of whimsy?

PEN-SING

What does the eye of the storm see?
That place in the centre
of tumultuous tearing in a
howling hurricane?

It sees what is important
what you can bear to let go
what would tear you to lose
Is it pearls or your person?

Would you risk paralysis for them?
Would you count coins
or the heads of children?
Would a hovel hold enough hopes
to keep you from despairing
if it was all you had left
to shelter
life
limb
love?

What does the eye of the storm see?
This place of peace
The precise point in the present
when time touches eternity?
Is it the eye of God?

not bad

I'm not bad and you're not bad
Satan's bad, but I'm so glad
Jesus died to save our lives
and make us right in God's sight
day and night he brings us light!

Deb Burton

SAYINGS

Don't make the ideal your idol
or the perfect your prerequisite
Live comfortable with the incomplete
Life is real

Goals are mountains to climb
not gods to worship
enjoy the journey
the end is the icing on the cake

Deb Burton