For those of my readers who are not personal friends of mine, you may find it interesting to know that I have never really been a poet. I tried to write a song or two that rhymed when I was little, and they were pretty laughable. As were most of the poems I wrote. I usually just stuck with "Roses are red, Violets are blue, etc" on my birthday cards, as that was about as good as it got. Side note: Violet's are not blue! They are purple. And the word Violet is also used as the color describing a rich shade of purple. Not bluish-purple. Straight up purple. But something interesting has happened in the last few months. My writing tastes have turned a little, and a few months ago I wrote the first poem that was anywhere near a success. Now, I am no Emily Dickinson, Robert Louis Stevenson, and certainly no Shakespeare. But I actually kept this poem instead of promptly burning it. Welcome His Kiss Some may gain joy When it looks like rain But for me its the sun
"Sow with a view to righteousness, reap in accordance with kindness, break up your fallow ground. For it is time to seek the LORD until He comes to rain righteousness on you." -Hosea 10:12