A Word

Waking up each morning to a new day of mercies,

sighahh

Being hungry and getting fed daily,

sighahh

Pounding my fist yet His warm embrace,

sighahh

Questions and doubts– all timely managed,

sighahh

(Shout out to gnomie; non-cryptic)

sighahh

Nothing good in me, but defeated by an amazing grace,

sighahh.

None Sense

What days are worth when you know of their end; 

Can the absence of.. 

of ?–  be an act of –?

For what, do you see life today

or how about tomorrow-

will it be one of its own?

Where in my heart

does it reside; the existence of

my being.

Oh

there I see.

with whom would you spend it

and how will those be spent?

Haiku #3- Going, Gone

I think I will go-

to the land in need of love;

but where is my own?