Rachel’s Song

Joy and Admiration || Love is the Potion Rachel’s Song (Written for a dear friend I met in Israel) When I didn’t know him, when I didn’t care When my life was broken—didn’t have a prayer (no, I didn’t have a prayer) He found me there....

Grace and Justice

Joy and Admiration || Love is the Potion Grace and Justice Grace and Justice were their names different as the night and day And never once could those two speak it could not be. Justice met the laws demands. Grace reached out a loving hand And through the years they...

Confession

Joy and Admiration || Love is the Potion Confession I want to see you. All you have made is beautiful Beauty is your fame And like the artist surpasses the art You must be lovely beyond it all. I want to hear you Your voice in my ear. Joy and wisdom Love without fear....

Father Of Lights

Joy and Admiration || Love is the Potion Father Of Lights There is a face I always see, even when I am dreaming Lost in a crowd, or all alone, yours is the face I am seeing. There is a voice I always hear, even when I am singing Deep in my heart, filling my mind, you...

A Love Letter

Joy and Admiration || Love is the Potion A Love Letter I love you for the way you have waited For the way you have believed all along Although you were troubled, you didn’t falter And in the darkest hour I heard your song. I love you for your love to each other...

The Poem

Joy and Admiration || Love is the Potion The Poem The words you gave; a gift to me, So filled my lungs with your own breath I exhaled the words you see: Life with height, depth, and breadth. Playing with words in a pale try To tell this truth in one more rhyme:...

Happy Face

The Beginning || Love is the Potion Happy Face age 5 Put on a happy face! Put on a happy face! For the Lord Jesus Christ love...

The Artist

The Beginning || Love is the Potion The Artist age 9 Silver and shiny the design is so tiny. Lovely and fragile it sits in the air, but even so it does not tear. It’s maker (you would think) is rich and lovely, but really the artist is poor and ugly. Quietly she...

Monsters

The Beginning || Love is the Potion Monsters Since childhood I write a poem every year on my birthday. This was my 12th birthday poem. When small, I used to lie in bed Frightened of the night For chairs turned into monsters When there was no light. So I asked my God...

Susanna

The Beginning || Love is the Potion Susanna age 16 (To the lady who taught me how to make my own sewing patterns.) There once was a seamstress, Susanna Who lived in the village Romana By the river Salome she made her home That lovely seamstress, Susanna. All day long...