Angel Oak and sweet grass

Slipping out from the service

my mind busy with wordless

thoughts floating with the sea breeze,

a warm hug of air greets me:

Restless, unsettled and free.

Step by step what I’ve begun,

left, right, or wrong, is soon done.

Walking slowly, seeking shade

from the live oak trees God made,

let the price be paid, come what may.

While the streets are close, the air

and narrow lots kept with care

carry waves of gardenia-

a sweet southern insignia.

Will this be my koinonia?

You are sleeping in my time zone

You are sleeping in my time zone.

It is such a lovely thought to think:

you are seeing the same sun,

the same moon

at the same time

as me.

You are sleeping in my time zone;

you are within my reach

to imagine the possibility

of seeing you smile--

smiling back

at me.

You are sleeping in my time zone--

matching minute to minute to mine.

It is comforting to know

being present yet apart,

you are tied

to me.