seen in my sleep

it was in a dream

that i started stringing and spooling

the lines along

composing

in my sleep.

i thought it a good one, magnificent even

worthy of the readers time, my own to put it down.

of course it slipped from the thread of my memory and  now

i am left bereft

of the thoughts i thought

feeling my way through this tunnel of dank sameness.

wishing

oh wishing

i could

remember

that poem

i composed in my sleep.

show and tell

i will call this show and tell

you show me your heart and tell me your life

own the talent, the love, the soul of you

and therefore reflect the truth

of the father.

the way that you live is incredible.  my friends!  

so intricate, each and every one of us.

the way you see

what you see 

as ordinary, normal

astounds me.

you are a gift!

a palpable taste of god's pleasure in my heart, yours; in the people of the world.

laughter at

the zingers

facts

tidbits of life

shared in moments of moments

fill up my heart

and my living room.

and you are wonderful,

all of you.

as is he.