The Woman in the Crowd

I saw her dancing in the crowd, with 

some pretty beads 

around her waist; 

quite a sexy waist, 

I must say.

She swayed this 
way and that, moving

along to the rhythm 

of the music with 

glorious perfection.
Oh my, never have I

seen a body portray 

such mighty poetry.


To Be Loved This Much

​To still be given breath,

despite having the right

to pronounce me dead.
To be forgiven effortlessly,

irrespective of my humongous wrongs.
To keep your arms ever outstretched,

ready to embrace me as yours, 

whenever I come seeking your face.
To be loved this much,

my Dear Lord,

still shakes me to the core!