Beautiful Sun

Dancing through the creek
Fondling my cheeks
glaring my eyes.
Breeze across my hair,
Chilling my back
as it massages my thoughts.
Everything else ceases to exist.
Just me,
In the middle of beauty,
Sharing an amazing moment
With nature
Bliss on earth.
As my persona gets in touch
with the world around me.
Peace within me,
splendor amidst me.
Sigh,
Smile.

Jeremiah's prayer

I know oh Lord,
That a man’s life
Is not his own.
It is not for man
to direct his steps.
Correct me Lord,
But only with justice.
Not in your anger
Lest you reduce me to nothing.
Jer 10:23 -24 (NIV)

Asleep no more

For a while this pen has laid inactive,

Collecting dust and drying its ink.

It’s time, for it to be of use once more.

To make use of its blue when it still runs in its tube.

It was made to write, express in words and art.

Not to stay pretty and embellish a desk.

Awake Sherae’s pen and be asleep no more.

There’s much to do, lots of paper to fill.

Sherae 2012