Closer to Thee

Closer to Thee

Closer to Thee

A cathedral of green
envelopes the crashing noise
of ‘The Strid’. Birds are angels.
Memories ooze down the stream
with the brown swirling scum.
Cleaned and closer. Closer to
thee.

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Be God’s Hands

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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.