First Words...

In order to propel the proverbial vulcanized spheroid in a forward motion, I submit this recent effort of mine.

Shore to Shore

A peaceful view of tree and water,

Cheerful words from son and daughter.

A bowl of fruit, a slice of bread,

With mango, pineapple, and raspberries we’ve been fed.

The Word of God bestowed upon youth,

Such comforting promises, with the ring of Truth.

When we as families first began

Our mission together to follow God’s plan,

We could not foresee how we would be

So closely knit—one big family.

One day, on glassy sea, again we’ll meet,

And with joyful cry sit at Jesus’ feet.

Home at last to wander no more,

At home, at one on that peaceful shore