Time and Place

Swinging up and down
Back and forth they bounce
Hypnotized I lose myself
And wonder where I am.

The cold is in the air
The dark is in the night
The evil rests inside
And hopefully the light.

The moon it silhouettes
My eyes transfixed I watch
Gazing at the hand of God
His work so fearful now.

The Light’s Own Place

When light streamed in to find its way

And find a place to lay its heart

The dusty floor was there to take

And keep for light the treasure’s part.


To find a place to come inside

And wait without the storm

Is like to find the waiting arms

That held and kept and gave you form.