Wednesday, April 6, 2016

home

home is where the heart is

when time flies like a bananna and  he's become an old fart
in sickness and in health till death do us part

home is where the heart is

come hell or high water and pie in the sky
when hell freezes over when pigs can fly

home is where the heart is

when the glass is half empty the glass is half full
when push comes to shove and you push on the  pull

home is where the heart is

when grass is greener on the other side
 when life is a bitch and then you die
when dreams come true and your head's in the sand
when apples and oranges are a bird in the hand

home is where the heart is

ive never seen anything truer than true than a sky that is clearer and bluer than blue
and beyond that true blue there's a truer true blue
and a pink and an orange and a redness of hue
with gold streets and rubies and agates and pearls
and brighter than sunshine, pure light that unfurls
the banners of joy within us each one
as we see Him in glory our Father's own son

home is where the heart is

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

sew


sew


sew prayers of kindness while you're sewing your corn

sew stitches of blindness to weather all scorn

sew tares of truth into hate and deceit 

sew joy and good courage in fields of defeat

sew with your hands and your feet and your tongue

sew passion and strength and desire when you're young

sew many         sew few 
sew tired           sew you

sew when you're old and forever

grow new