Two Offerings

Once

Once a flower in her hair, oh so fair, oh so fair.

Once a flame-fire burning bright, in the night, yes, in the night.

Once a sultry, summer song, now-a dream, all but gone.

Once a singer, once a song-singing praises all day long.

Once a story, once a ‘look,’ now a few lines in a book.

Now a Poem

Once a flower blooming fair, over there, over there

Once a smile upon her face, lips of red-just a trace

Once a breeze across the way-not today, no-not today

Once a tree grew in the hollow, now it’s gone, fallen, fallen…

Once a dream in my heart, now it’s grown, it’s on its own

Once praise, to my God-now a poem, now-a poem.

Once a sleep at midday, come what may, yes come what may.

Once a tentative, diminutive manner-now a roar, a roar and holler.