Whither Springs The Dawn
Whither springs the dawn? Whither comes the day? Whither creeps the dusk? Whither flies the night? Whiter rests the earth?
The Celt’s Friend
The moon shone in a soft glow of silver light as he made his way to the seashore. His little foot caught on a root making him stumble but he knew better than to cry out. The blood trickling down his knee made no impression on his childish face. He had a mission.
Morning
A dewdrop sparkles in the grass Jeweled lady clothed in light Sent from heaven to capture sight A diamond washed in liquid glass
Queen of the Midnight Sky
In stately glory enthroned on high She sits on couch of velvet sky And naught has fixed her in the air Do you know my lady fair?
The Rebel’s Redemption
“Have you ever done something wrong to another human being?” Garth began quietly, “Something that, no matter how much ya wanted to, you could never take back?” He looked away. “If there is a God in heaven, I know for sure that He won’t want me anywhere near Him when the trumpet sounds.
The Escape at Midnight
The moon gleamed down on the dusty road As he rode down to the glade And at his side though his cloak did hide There hung a shining blad
Twilight
Shadows casting all around Sinking sun behind the clouds Rags of crimson, purple and gold Reaching to lands far, unseen Evening falls without a sound
Welcome Spring
Welcome spring thou flowering fairy Sing to us thy pleasant song Call softly here So calling near The warm embrace Of earth’s pale face And farewell of the winter long
The Rocky Mountains
We drive towards them They hide the sun Their power has only just begun
Released by Love
Suddenly, a car swerved in front of her and spun around. Sylvia grabbed her steering wheel firmly and braked. Pulling to the shoulder, she looked to see where the car had gone.