Pink Dress

Pink ribbons bobbing in the hair

On the tips of a ponytail

Pink Dress racing down the street

Propelled by pink socks in pink shoes

 

All in pink she runs and skips

Happy and free without a care

Pink Dress stained with messy childhood joys

Like mud and dirt and cold popsicles too

 

Pretty in pink and at one with God

Laughing, singing and shouting too

Pink Dress engaging the world that’s around

With hugging and sharing and friendship too

 

Pink Dress only remains for awhile

Soon the child, an adult she becomes

Pink Dress fades with other childhood memories

Of a moment when innocence and happiness reigned free

 

Hold on Pink Dress be wild; be free

Laugh, Run, Dance and Explore

Pink Dress: too quickly another dress you’ll wear

When Time moves on, and childhood fades

 

 

 

 

 

Awe

What is awe?

Is it the same as “being curious”?

Is it like being surprised?

Awe is a mystery.

It is found in children exploring,

Though it hides from adults escaping

 

Why?

For only the daily struggle I see.

Around me flowers bloom.  Clouds roll into odd shapes.

Yet on I trudge -- blind to the world’s treasures

 

To be in awe is experience

Something bigger, something greater

Yet feeling neither small nor defeated

To be in awe is to pause, and reflect

On, how good life can be!

 

To be in awe is to be aware that God is present

That there is a purpose, that there is a plan

It may be a sunset or a rainbow or a simple coincidence

I can ignore or I can stop, look and lose myself

 

And can be in awe.