Poetry – The Daily Runner

Worship

Where else Can I find Something Like this? Something that Drives some To their knees And others To dance. Something

I’m thankful for long nights of doubt That made me sort my worries out For in those hours, I learned

The leaves are changing Spring’s pinks turn to Autumn’s oranges and yellows Smells of pumpkin and cinnamon permeate the air

Seasons changing Leaves falling The sun casts a new glow The clouds dance across a new canvas There is beauty

There once was a man named Lot, Who soon found himself in a tight spot In Sodom – pitched his

If I say it, you’ll think something is wrong. If I don’t, you’ll never know. If you never know, nothing

For so long I sat here Wondering how it felt To once be the planet As opposed to the moon.