(by my wonderful poetic friend who scorns the thought of using punctuation
in her expressions of poetry)
...insightful, delightful, and very cool....
3/29/96
i have dreamt at night
of london in spring
a place ive never seen
and the cold sunny wind
that bit through my clothes
a shop bid me refuge
and there
a tall accented handsome man
bought me
it was his pleasure
a black courderoy jacket
5/19/96
it was as if wed been dropped
plunged into the air from a plane
clawing...grabbing...reaching
trying to grasp anothers hand
finally forming a circle
of support
we clutched hands until they were white
the terrorizing fall continued
until touching the ground
we crawled to our feet
somehow
miraculously
unharmed
8/20/96
the wind
biting and cold
whips around me
i shiver
beyond the rock on which i stand
the world
for miles stretches
roads have become
black ribbons
swirling through the mountains
these sand sculptures
from such a vast distance
appear grainy and vague
yet upon closer inspection
prove to their rugged desert terrain
on the southern side
which absorbs the blazing sun
yucca and rock grow wild
the nothern exposure
encourages trees
from pine to maple
creeks and waterfalls
are not dry
providing sufficient water supply
the Creators
awesome grandeur
will NEVER
cease to amaze me
4/97
if i were a hanger
i would hang crooked
and hold only clothes
with spaghetti straps
and long coarse materials
so that i would
catch and get tangles
with the hanger beside me
and never hang flat
my size tag would always read medium
if the shirt i held was large
and if i were put on a clearance rack
the Hanger Fairy would come
take my shirt
and hide me amonger the other Hanger Fairy Refugees
but she would leave the shirt draped across the rack
and once another hanger was sought out
i would be returned
safe and sound
crooked on my rack
praise this day
as i kneel
before my Jesus
and take crowns
from my brow
and rest them on His
a refreshing offering
to His scarred flesh
i join
my brothers and sisters
afflicted no longer
chains walls barriers disease
banished
uncomplicated
us and angels and God
we rejoice in His presence
radiant and beautiful is He
i see His lovely face
the lovingly marred hands and feet
golden streets sound with joyous feet
dancing to the rhythm of unabashed praises
9/3/97 ..(most assuredly my favorite piece of yours, michelle)
All of the above pieces were written by Michelle Godwin,
whom I met in high school at Cy-Fair.
We also attended college together at Stephen F. Austin State University.
Thanks, Michelle, for sharing the treasures of your heart.
Most of all, thanks for your friendship as my sister in Jesus.
