The river gets deeper, not shallow, the further you move down the stream…
This is a small collection of what I call poetry but I am not sure that is the correct term. I do not claim to be a poet…you will see that some of these were written when the river was still shallow…
fear is a wilderness where the devil runs around
he tempted Jesus there now he wants to take me down.
fear is a wilderness where death creeps up on trust
the water is polluted and hope turns into dust.
fear is a wilderness where Jesus walked alone
oh but the King of Ages left the wilderness undone!
I was just a few years too young to get to Woodstock
but oh how I adored all the songs…
As they pulled us along to the future
we longed to be part of the stories going on…
There was white cross and reds as they slowly got stoned
so what was once clear was all gone…
Now I have two daughters of my own
and I still love all those Woodstock songs…
I have raised them up straight in prosperity
they have the same sapphire eyes as me
but oh how wise and shrewd they have to be to keep up
with their world and their sanity!
Crown of Tears
She wore a silver Sorrow like a crown upon her head.
Upon her shoulders, Burden,
her feet were shod with Dread.
Then touched was she by Grace
and Mercy that crown replaced.
Now, she dons a golden Joy
made of tears from Jesus’ face.
I was lovely then…
Blushing peachy cheeks…
I was funny then
Laughter honeysuckle sweet…
I lay down with you then
Beneath a full white moon…
I smile when I remember
the Symphony of my Youth…
(all poems by jill autrey dorman all rights reserved.)