Just like painting, words and a sequence of words put together, is a piece of art and an expression of our love for His creation.
I love to express God’s grace in whatever form and method may be given to me!
Here are some of my favorite poems, which I wrote, touched by His glory and in awe of His might:
GRIEF
Snow has gone
Frozen heart is melting
Tears soak the earth
Memories before the snow
Pain deeper than the tears
Don’t tell me “time will heal”
Let me weep
Just weep with me.
LIGHT?
WHAT IS THIS LIGHT, LORD?
IN WHICH NO DARKNESS HIDES?
THIS LIGHT THAT BLINDS YET TO BLIND EYES GIVES SIGHT?
THIS LIGHT PERPETUAL BUT ONLY BRIEFLY GLIMPSED?
CAN IT BE THE PATH UPON THE SEA WHEN RISING SUN EXPLODES?
OR SOFT SILVER HIGHWAY WHEN MOON IS FULL?
IS IT THE SHINE IN EYES THAT WARMLY SMILE?
WHAT IS THIS LIGHT THAT CANNOT BE HIDDEN, NOR DESTROYED,
THAT, SHINING IN THE DARKNESS ,EXPOSES HATE AND FEAR IN EVIL HEARTS?
WHAT IS THIS PERPETUAL LIGHT INTO WHICH WE PRAY OUR DEAD?
IT IS THE LAMP FOR MY FEET , ILLUMINATING MY PATH
THE LIGHT ,THAT UNFOLDING FROM THE WORD, BECAME FLESH
IN BETHLEHEM.
THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD WHO IS JESUS CHRIST?
WAITING FOR YOUR ‘YES’
Joan le Morvan
THERE WAS A GOOD MAN NAMED TERRY 
WELL KNOWN ON THE FIONNPHORT FERRY
TO IONA HE’D COME
ON BENCH TO PLACE BUM
AND WITH FRIENDS WOULD PROCEED TO MAKE
MERRY
IN PEACE AND SERENITY HE’D REST
FORGETTING HIS CARES AND HIS QUEST –
A PENCIL TO FIND –
WHEN THINGS ON HIS MIND
NEED RECORDING, FOR FUTURE BEHEST
SOLUTION AT HAND!
LIFEBOAT RESCUE COMMAND!
TO EASE LIFE FOR FORGETFUL OLD TERRY!!!
SHE FOUND HIM. BUSKING. UNDERGROUND. MIDST NOISY TRAINS. HER FATHER !
NO SPOTLIGHTS HERE. AS ON THAT STAGE IN “HAIR’ THOSE HEADY DAYS OF SEX, DRUGS AND FAME
SHE, THE LOVE CHILD OF THOSE DAYS BORN TO A MOTHER WHO EVER DRENCHED IN GUILT AND SHAME SEEKING COMPENSATION FOR OWN VIKING FATHER’S ABANDONMENT SHROUDED HER CHILD’s FATHER IN SECRECY.
NOW, IN MID LIFE, SHE FOUND HIM BUSKING AND SICK SHE TOOK HIM INTO HEART AND HOME HE DIED IN PEACE.
