80 poems to encourage, in a strange way, those to whom they speak. The pain of life mixed with a stubborn hope and occasional humour. They frequently reveal a belief in God's desire to intervene. This PAPERBACK version includes a collection called SPRAY. In both collections Christian themes are mixed with poems about relationships, stages of life, freedom of thought, and pure whimsy.Five poems to whet your appetite- Sixty Second PoemSo what would You say in sixty seconds?Sixty precious seconds.Slipping through your fingers while youtry to tie your wayward thoughtsto taste a single byte. And what if you knew they'd be recorded?Famous sixty seconds!Those words you chose remaining sothat all our world around us knewthe eccentric way you viewed. And pray to God you'll get some warning: Sixty wasted seconds.Your precious time could die beforeyour thoughts became quite deep enoughto put them down as words. But could you dare sum up life's passingas fleeting life flies on;changing as I speak? Will thestilted you that today you choose, tomorrow be truly you? So while you take a minute's pause, I'll show you how it's done.I'm ready to let loose my thoughts, so start a-counting now!"I..." (Time's up!) Am I Big or Small?Please tell me if I'm big or small, our planet moaned to me, I've asked the Sun who had the gallto say I'm Really wee! And pockmarked Moon, the Earth went on, stung by its cheesy nerve, My closest pal sang out in song"I love your tiny curve!" At least you know about these things, you who can leave my grasp: You've sent weird junk past Saturn's ringsand joined your starry map. So now my crowded, clever fleaswho share this present statewithin my veil of air... O Pleaseadmit I'm simply great! For I know that I'm the choicest;the brightest jewel of all, and with your help my little peststhe universe seems small! The Word of LifeThe Word, the Word, the Word createsand loves what words have madewithin their image - to relatewith six day's verse and phrase. They gift, they gift, they gift a tongueto let their image speak: To name, and even re-arrange, their good and perfect week. It falls, she falls, he falls and twiststhe words The Word had spoke.Relationships, once close, now lost in mists.Lies break. And words are broke. I Am, I Am, I Am the truthand nothing else endures.How can we rescue fallen brutes?Reform their curses' mangled roots?Re-write them - make them pure? We will, You will, I will go downto sift these broken words.And in My song their nonsense soundslike truth that's sung by birds. The Word, the Word, the Word createsand loves what Love re-makes.Restored - his image to relate -clean-worded for his sake. But lies, all lies, sad lies lie dead.They cannot enter Truth.And so they burn as words unread;powerless, made harmless, mute. Memory LaneThe Cheshire cat stares at your mind, its grin begins to form.It's seen a place, the purrfect find, in which to make its home.Its tail shakes loose and disappears.Its claws are sharp then gone.It travels its voice from tongue to ear.Its smile goes on and o... I'm glad I meet these Cheshire catsand take them mile on mile: For as I face life's harsher spatsthey linger with their smile. PrayingIn silence I press my eyesand wait, and waitfor your presence. Palms open, I let pain goin sobs and sighsof repentance. And breathing, I feel againwarmth and warming, rising, falling. Rekindled: My faith reborn;I rise, and ri
