Another Sinking Sun

Another sinking sun,
Another day has ended,
This could be my last one,
I won't know till I live it,
I will not hide inside,
By fear I won't be tied down,
In God I will confide,
My worries and my problems,
So let the sun go down,
Let the night take over,
I know that I won't drown,
God is watching over me.

Dear Chaps and Chapesses,

how lovely to write to you again. It's been so long since I was able to, I fear you might have forgotten me completely. Not that that's easy to do, mind you. As of late, more dogs have invaded my home, although, luckily, they decided not to stay. I would have driven them hence like a bad pestilence. Which is what they are. All those fleas, ugh. Anyway, now that we are safe from invasion, I decided to go and celebrate with a feast. But, due to a lack of common sense from a certain owner, there was no feast. I had to try to climb up her leg for almost five minutes before she spread the feast. Five minutes, I tell you! It's a disgrace, that's what my old aunty would say. She always told me, "Orion, if you don't take charge then you'll never get fed!" It's proved quite true. I must depart now, breakfast awaits.
Ta-ta for now!

Orion Wittifrid

In His Hand

The waves were rough,
The air was thick,
The clouds were dark and black,
The wind picked up,
Birds flew to land,
The storm was coming back.

Of all the boats,
upon the coast,
One only rode the sea,
The captain frowned,
His sailors still,
"Oh Lord help them and me!"

This fervent prayer,
He muttered long,
Although no man could hear,
But God above,
Did hear the plea,
Of a Christian he held dear.

Through the storm,
And howling winds,
He held them in His hand,
And though many times,
They did fear death,
He kept them safe 'til land.

When at last,
The sun did shine,
Upon that weary crew,
The captain closed
His eyes and said,
"Lord, them and me thank You."

My Friend and Me

Here comes my friend,
To walk with me,
Among the golden lilies,
And the soaring eagles free.

Here comes my friend,
To talk with me,
Of faraway places,
And things that we see.

The adventures are endless,
Far we will roam,
Until my friend and I,
Then travel home.

This poem is dedicated to C.M.P.

Song of the Thankful

We thank You for our bread each day,
And every tear You wipe away,
We thank You for the world lovely,
And every bird and buzzing bee,
We thank You for animals great and tall,
And how You don't care that some are small,
And most of all Lord,
We thank You,
For giving us Your love that's true.

A Summer Soon to Be

Oh the ages pass on by,

Singing their timeless lullaby,

Many men have lived and went,

When death's long hand for them has sent,

Slowly do the seasons go,

Wading through green grass and snow,

And memories will go on too,

Faded away like morning dew,

So don't forget, you must remember,

Even in the bleak December,

There is a summer soon to be,

The Lord will come for you and me.

Winter is Here

Fall has gone,

Winter is here,

The cold wind blows,

Snow is near,

The clouds are thick,

The birds are rare,

As is their lot,

The trees are bare,

The bears are sleeping,

In caves of dark,

To an unpracticed eye,

The world is stark,

But to my mind,

And those who can see,

Winter does have,

A savage beauty.