a poet in his pocket

someday
i’ll meet
God
on a
mountain
or beach
maybe at a
coffee shop and
we’ll instantly
recognize each other
with neck hugs
and back pats
then, awed
i will bow
low and
God will
smile grace,
reach down,
pick me up
and put me in
his shirt pocket
near his heart
to carry
me
home.

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. writerwannabe763
    Mar 16, 2017 @ 13:34:44

    So beautiful.. as usual Lynn………… Diane

    Reply

  2. robynm2012
    Mar 14, 2017 @ 19:00:34

    Love it! Good job.

    Reply

  3. LeeArango123
    Mar 14, 2017 @ 17:57:29

    So warm, yes you will. Peace

    Reply

  4. erbiage
    Mar 14, 2017 @ 16:40:55

    This! Yes!

    Reply

I welcome your comments!

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: