September Storm

Trees gently rock and sway
Winds of warning begin to play
Summer …slipped away.

We can watch from our home
Seeing where she’ll roam
As she comes and goes
What she lifts and throws
Taking charge of things
Around us.

Gray and wet
Rainy blanket
Covers the sea
And land.

Silver rain
Slides down the pane
Soaking crimson leaves.



Julie Pisacane © 2010

Eden

Eden



Garden of delight, where our parents were born

On holy grounds made with love --absent of scorn

Plants, trees, fruit, light and air

All needs meet

Every care

A garden of treasure

Filled with pleasure

Walking with God

Pure bliss without measure…

Walking with God

Hearing His voice

Until another voice

Made its existence known.
The voice of God can still be heard

In nature, in our hearts and in

His eternal word.

Today, we pray to our Lord God

Who can hear our voice and plea

To love and lead us

Toward His perpetual

Garden --cared for by Christ

For all Eternity.





Julie Pisacane © 2010