Rain

The smell of rain on Tuesday

Its dampness on my face

Somehow it’s always special

Offsetting this monotonous race

Each day so very similar

We breathe, we watch, we talk

Preserving someone else’s future

With our ever-slowing walk

Be mindful of the details

The kindness in our touch

For those who are beside us

With true hearts, we love so much

LH

9/29/15

Harry

Daniel Radcliffe made her money

My message remains unheard

Combat boots and typewriters

Make it all seem absurd

Quiet is tomorrow

Though all still run around

No purpose and no sorrow

Truth no longer has a sound

Caring for only nothing

While lying to ourselves

Trading us for Jesus

To store our love upon our shelves

LH

3-20-15

Shoes

Footprints on my joy

That lead into your room

As it pants for air

You insure its doom

Whelps on my peace

Tied to your definitions

Your emotions are the whip

Stealing all of my ambition

A sliver of light on my hope

Opportunity a fleeting breeze

Grabbing it without a thought

Desire to just get off my knees

A smile on my tomorrow

As the door is open wide

Each step a sheer delight

My future in each stride

LH

1/23/15