Monday, September 4, 2017

Stella

My hero lives in a brown shuttered house
and smiles every time I arrive

She chases me with wooden spoons
Pretends she invented potato soup
Crushes on men with mustaches

Her candy dish is always full

She keeps my secrets
She worries
She forgives

She lets me be myself
Unapologetically be myself
She likes me

She gives me pennies for the wishing well

She sacrifices
She prays
She gives

She stands at the door of her brown shuttered house
to wave to me as I leave

Mother Theresa has nothing on my hero

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Warriors

A leader of Warriors

You rise at dawn
Dress for battle

Helmet
Breastplate
Loin guards
Boots
Shield
Sword

You address your armies
Young and old

Equip them for the attacks that will surely come

The mission clear
The weapons of our warfare mighty

Salvation
Righteousness
Truth
Peace
Faith
God's Word

These materials make up the indestructible armor of strength
no enemy can overtake
no weapon can penatrate

Under your teachings we have gained
All we need to fight
All we need to overcome
All we need to win

An army of spiritual warriors blanket the earth
because of your love