Ex. 23:20 Behold, I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared.
Lil Green Patch
Where flowers in a field did prance
the moonglow perches ready to dance,
coyotes howl, the elk they call
on the crux of the rising fall.
Spilling over are leaves on the lawn
silently I await the dawn.
Darkness lingers as frost gives rise
I wipe the stardust from the skies.
Little hearts all take a bow;
shooting stars kiss me somehow.
They reach across the open plain
sprinkle down like falling rain.
Drizzled in an earthly show
something grander is here, I know.
Within my mind, I speak to them
give a little of all that I am.
An earthly angel they see in flight
to bear to them a heavenly Light.
The heavens open in a fury
to Him I tend to give all glory.
Awakened now from this dream
everything is, as it would seem.
From the pages I dispatch,
the joy I found in a lil green patch.
From Oct. 2010 © Joni Zipp