"Give Me Jesus"

I remember that day -
It rained.

My hands were cold,
fingers counting the threads
loose in my pockets.

You walked next to me,
silent.

I offered you a cup of coffee,
the mocha trimming
your brown eyes.

I offered you a woolen blanket -
for both you shook your head.

I closed my hands -
silenced my lips and
listened.

You spoke in three languages -
none my own.

You told me to keep listening.
Promised they meant the same.
I finally heard you.

You love me. You love me.
You love me.


10.16.2009 ~MLS~

KEEPSAKE

"Jesus called them, and immediately they left the boat and their father and followed him."
- Matthew 4: 21a-22

KEEPSAKE

Your eyes are two moons
in the window by my bed.

I close a suitcase.

Flowers not pressed
are left on a table.

Cold coffee.

Gold and silver paint
over a canvas -

expressionless.

Call my name twice more.
I will wake in the morning

to follow You.

My pockets, threadbare -
are silent for You.

10.4.2009 ~MLS~

FOR IRENE

Yesterday
I didn't recognize your picture
within the pews.

Warm eyes, quiet smile -
I'm sure you are beautiful
within the golden glow,
harps humming.

Tomorrow
I will sit with you on His porch
and sing His praises.

I will know your name -
and we will dwell in the
House of the Lord
forever.

10.4.2009 ~MLS~