I Love the Way Colleen Sees the World

Her words dance

With the joy

Of childhood pleasure.

They hold

Every moment

Like new-found treasure.

For each

Circumstance

They find God's blessing,

Even in times

Of hardship

With trouble pressing.

I wish my words

Could laugh

Like Colleen's writing

And find

The dullest moment

More than exciting.

Evaluting the Past Year on a Cold Winter Night

The winter season returns again,

Hours of solitude to weigh my life.

Its accusing wind cuts straight to the heart

More precisely than a surgeon's knife.

Were my deeds of this year past

Truly selfless and without blame?

Or were they only kindling scraps

To feed the hearth of my ego's flame?

I rummage through the snapshots in my mind

Looking for things of my Lord's desire.

Will I find warmth in His approving smile?

Is there any wood for that fire?