by Josette Davison

Wandering…

Through fields of tiny flowers

Mindful not to tread on them

I wonder…does God hear me?

Hear my prayer?

Why am I here?

Stumbling over stones

His answer comes

In a trinity of bright violets

Blooming midst the rocks

In the whisper of trees

In bird song — in scented air

He speaks to me

Answers my prayer

I hear — I care —

by Josette Davison

The night has death within its hold

Not a creature creeps

Nor a baby weeps

As on the edge of day we wait

Each mind suspended fear

by Josette Davison

Lord, let me not be bitter

For bitterness crawls into itself

And awaits a shrunken death

But let this raw heart

Stand back from its wound

Accepting and knowing

That love is its healing