Maid of Honor

I was happy to stand beside my dear cousin, Kendra, as she was married this past Saturday. Her wedding was lovely in colors of gray, yellow, and green.

twirling in gray frock

against the rainbow flowers

dance my yellow shoes

Cow and Platypus

Out of a clear blue sky, a drop of butter once landed on a cow's nose.

"What's this?!" said the cow.

"Oh, the sun is a waffle," said a passing platypus, "It occasionally drips butter and syrup."

"Then why did cream land on my tail yesterday?"

"That was the mashed potato clouds."

"Hey!" said the cow, "You're a platypus! How am I talking to you?!"

"You're standing next to a river," said the platypus calmly.

"Fancy, I never saw it there before," said the cow.

The cow and the platypus looked at each other and wondered what to say next. It was awkward. Suddenly, the cow tripped on a flower and fell in the river. This resulted in the following dialog:

"Oh dear are stupid flower you alright well I didn't you'd think know a cow could be flowers more delicate were so resilient well they say strength lies in beautLOOKOUTAROCK! AHHHHH! *SPLASH* heeheehEEHEEHAheeHEHAHAHAHA!"

Lady Night had ate up the sun before they could speak "properly."

"I am sorry*hic*for the tid*hic*al waves," said the cow.

"It's al*hic*right. I was wet*hic*anyhow*hic*," said the platypus.

"And I was*HIC*hot anyhow."

"HAH*HIC*HAHA*hic*HAHaheeheeheeeeeee"

And that's how Cow and Platypus became friends.

Wistful

little boxes typing
birthday friends a-singing
through to pictures clicking
post of yours a-liking

looking for a happening

friends away are drifting

conversations wanting
green wanders wishing

Feather Snow

sparkle twinkle feather snow

fluffy thumpy pillows grow

drifted shifted whitened land

streaming gleaming crossroads sand

moonshine outline porchlight pile

glitter mirror starlight smile

The Hand

The hand that makes the rivers run,

that made the mountains tall,

the hand that calmed the mighty storm,

and formed, from clay, us all.

The voice commands the heavens above

and shakes the earth below,

the voice that whispers guiding words

for you alone to know.

The feet that walked for 30 years

upon this broken Earth,

the feet that were nailed to the cross

to show our matchless worth.

The eyes that saw the sin of man

when man had not been born,

the eyes that saw his only son

beaten, rejected, torn.

The heart that loves a father's love

wholly unconditionally,

the heart that breaks for the lost

and hurts for our iniquity.

The one that died and gave his life

to break the wrong of man's design,

the one that has a plan for me

and his hand in mine.