Saturday, March 30, 2013




DAYDREAMING



There was a distance in her eyes

Like she was far away.

As if her mind had drifted off...

And gone a different way.



The solomn twist upon her lips

Determined was her thought.

And only she will ever know...

The end for which she sought.



The wind a whisp upon her hair

Her dark and distant eyes.

It gives her beauty well beyond...

This childs dainty size.



We'll never know just where she went

Or what she may have dreamed.

We only know her innocence...

Was closer than it seemed.



A moment in time with Abigail Joy



By Clint Gardner 2013

Sunday, January 20, 2013

A CHILD STANDS



A CHILD STANDS

In the turmoil of the winter beach
Stands a child – Oh so still.
Her mind immersed in who knows what...
She waits for what God wills.

Near the constant surge of the winter surf
Stands a child – all alone.
To some she seems a mystery...
Her destiny -- unknown.

With the ocean's breeze upon her face
Stands a child – young and pure.
But there shall never be a wind...
That her God could not keep still.

With the winter sand beneath her feet
Stands a child -- who does not move.
And only God will guide her heart...
A fact she'll one day prove.

On a coast that journeys on for miles
Stands a child – undeterred.
And the only voice that guides her way...
Is the voice of God – she's heard.

On a beach that's filled with God's great glory
Stands a child of God's creation.
She demonstrates the stillness found...
In the peace of God's Salvation.

By Clint Gardner 2013