Penguins like to dance
sporadically dancing
Brr! Antarctica.
Sitting in the class
listening to faithful prayer
God, I'm so tired.
The trapeze artist
in flight fears fatal falls but,
still kisses the sky.
These next three are all together
Sin invades the heart
and the man may choose to hide
but, God still sees him.
Sleep evades the man
while he devises plans
in the deepest dark.
Plans quiet the man
who quakes in a sleepless night
who can know his heart?
I wrote all of these about three weeks ago maybe longer. But, it was fun. I was sitting in class completely unengaged and it helped me think a little more clearly. That was a good day.
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