I wish that eating made you
light and floaty,
I find it makes me
heavy and bloaty.


God is love

Love is.
Is love God?

God’s love.
God love.

Love God.

God is.
God is love.

Be God’s Hands


Be God’s Hands

Be the honey that is
sweet to the taste and
removes the hard words.

Be the rippling brook
that brings balm
to the bleeding wounds.

Be the clear blue sky
on a fine day that brings
hope in the storms of life.

Be the arms that surround me
and make me feel
that I belong.

Be the bridge that
opens up new possibilities
when all other roads seem shut.

Be God’s hands.