Jacob’s Ladder


Jacob’s ladder


her heart,

holds it aloft

in a bed of snow

mould, as she takes

baby steps 

to heaven.

The Slippery Slope


Falling off a cliff never happens all at once –


it’s the baby steps toward the edge,

the day-to-day decisions

over a lifetime

that become

the slippery slope…

Baby Steps

Sometimes, I still feel so small,

Looking up at distant height;

Sometimes, forward’s just a crawl,

When soul desires freedom’s flight.

But just as trees need lifetime’s span,

So my progress time requires;

Just as pine from seed began,

So my heart grows what’s desired.

Lord, remind your daughter small

That You delight in stages earned;

Walking comes when first I’ve crawled,

And flying after running’s turn.