Why?

Why?

Why is life like the ebbing tide?

The ebb of tides is never-ending

Devastation can come in one huge wave

Or glide you gently into the shore.

Why is life like the shining sun?

Its radiance never ceases to glow

Harsh heat often sets the earth ablaze

Or softly warms us on a winters day.

Why is life like the lilies of the field?

They stand so tall in their Sunday best

Winter winds causes them to tilt and bend

Or makes them dance in a summers breeze.

Why is life like a shooting star?

Sometimes you see it, sometimes not

Leaving a trail of light across the evening sky

Or gone in an instant, to be no more.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

 

Rainbow Smile

I asked an old lady in the park if she had seen my little boy.

‘What does he look like?’ she replied.

‘Well,’ I answered, quite sincere

‘He has brown eyes
And hair to match;
Too many curls for a little boy,
Combed to perfection every day;
His teeth are white as white can be
A very tidy little man is he!
He wears a smartly pressed sailor suit
With little white shoes to match.’

A perfect darling is my boy.’

‘No child like this I have seen,’ the lady did respond,
‘but a treasure you will find, just around that path.’

Around the garden path I went
And before me, a treasure my eyes beheld

He had brown eyes
And hair to match,
A shock of curls in disarray,
Band-aid knees and soiled clothes
What happened to my little boy?
At front, he had a missing tooth;
He was eating ice-cream from a cone,
His face aglow with a rainbow smile.

’A perfect darling is my boy.’

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory