MOTIVES

Dearest God
my motives are never pure

I want so badly
to serve
contribute

Yet I’m so limited

I see my efforts
ignored

indifferent surroundings
unchanged

Direct me
Teach me

Comfort me
as I look at myself

So I can
keep going

Imperfectly
Impurely

Your
old fool

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SEEING

Wind blown
seed

Falls on far side
of the fence

and flourishes

Turning each day
in delight
to face

glowing globe
source of all warmth
Life

Seeing differently
from separate vantage point

Some would say
Wrong
Terrible

But seeing
is more than believing

Knowing
personal truth

Perhaps
if spoken
may entice others

For there’s no need for
redemption

All are born innocent
Lovely
Free to choose

Wallow in this world

Or die to self
and dance on cloud tops