Poetry Weaver

My Lighthouse

My Lighthouse

How did I get here? Have I been gone that long?The currents and tides tugging at me so strongI know I am lost- just cant find the shoreTrying to find what isn’t there anymore Like a tempest I’m tossed, can’t seem to hold onThe tide sucks me back….out...
Lessons from A Sunflower Field

Lessons from A Sunflower Field

Fields of reverent facesgazing upward toward the sunHumbly basking in its lightas day is first begun Standing at attentionlike ranks of soldier flowersIn unison they turn their headsthroughout the daylight hours Devotedly they move their gazeIn tribute to the sunFrom...
His Gift

His Gift

Oh, wondrous gift does He bestow,Dear Heavenly Father of mine,More precious than a summer glow,A treasure for all time.Not jewels, coins, or gold so rare,Not silk of the highest gradeWill ever be able to compareTo the sacrifice He made.To be blessed with everlasting...