When the Red Brick Road Turned Yellow

Focus

Am I following you because I am
behind you,

Or is it because I am a little slow?

Consider your pace or I will be
beside you.

Did I catch up because you had
something to say;

Or did you slow down because you were
looking my way?

Good Morning God

Good morning God, you are the first I need to talk with; some say a god to talk to, but I need a god that I can talk with, that to me has been true.  Yesterday carried her pain and for that I won't complain; for yesterday closed with the night.  Good morning God I am feeling daylight.

God poetry you have inspired me to write; you have even given us the Sunset after the rain so that the gray scar on our face stays out of sight. I am addicted to our morning talk since; I returned those borrowed shoes.  I know that you love me, thanks for telling me that I could do anything only if I would.

Good morning God, I have issues unnamed and out of my control; You made me to be Just Simply me; if I write on paper or color the wall, I am the museum that listens when God calls.  Your road may be or never has been rocky, ruined and red. Talking to God may make you afraid. To have your dreams shattered and still leave a legacy is all that really matters. Good Morning God, I have thrown myself on life's pattern and you God have given me a Will to Live. Love is The Child of Freedom; a child taught to give. Thanks for a mother that is like unto the rose; a pretty flower with all those thorns. God you even put the rose bush on a shelf so the petals wouldn't be torn. You have given us the soldiers of wars; and you have answered the Victim's Cry. God as long as you walk with me surely I will never die.

God you helped me to stay focused when I was windblown.  With all of my ideas I Still Have a Long way to go.  When the Red Brick Road turned to gold, I thought it was still just yellow.  I met The Tall Brown Man who set the scene for a reflection on waking in the night; when you are awake you can avoid the fight.  Someone somewhere may give you life support.  Good morning God, when my body cannot survive this world any more; I will need to walk with you God on the golden floor.

Good Night.