The Scraps

Just a few scraps of the poems written tonight:

~October~

Fall has come but Summer laughs

The warm breeze is heavy with Summer memories

And the pond smells of fish and sun

But the leaves still dance

Gold and red in the sun

*This next one was put into my head after the church sermon tonight on insecurity :)*

~Enough~

Most of the time I feel

Less

Less than I should be

Less than I am

Not enough for this

Definitely not enough for that

And sometimes I feel

Enough

But rarely

Does that happen

A compliment

Might satisfy for a moment

Praise can last a day

But in the end -

Not enough

But - Always 'but'

He can give 'enough'

The Lord is always enough

And He makes me

Enough

~A Name~

a name

is such a curious

thing

small and common

yet precious

to a select few

owned but freely given

to so very many

souls

hidden meanings

full of

obvious traits

a name is you

but are you the name

in the end?

~Aithne Someris~