"Soft Sunlight" a poem by Leslie Pressley

A daisy bends down to touch the ground
and then stretches forth to reach the sun,
soft sunlight brushes the tiny leaves
and warms the petals that adorn.

To be as the flower, to reach to my Maker
for His praise I would extend my ivory blades.
A drop of sunshine feeds the center,
as morning breaks melts the milky dew.

Nurture me with soft sunrays,
fill my foundation with tears from above
and as I incline for the dark of night,
I will rest in the comfort of Your love.

~a poem to my Jesus before I fall asleep tonight~

"Twilight" a poem by Leslie Pressley

The hue of the expansion of the aloft
indigo bliss, where even the fowl fly too low
for fear of surrender to the boundless infinity,
they retreat to the trees as they bend to the wind
and rest on limbs as arms of strength
for comfort and their serenity.

As the composure of the land lies at twilight's final breath
and eventide flows and harmony is heard,
a rhythm of obscurity moves through the draft,
somnolence drifts among the growth
and a solemn hush lingers through the petals.

The frondescence, flourishing by the Maker's hand
the allurement of a flower, who could fabricate this design?
Artistry in your words, lucid to you my Lord,
confounded am I, perplexed and astonished by your works
to convey creation and it is done by Your word.

Gazing upward, the horizon merges with vibrancy,
yellows blend fluently with sapphire stratosphere
swirling into the distance, endless sea of sky
where heaven meets this celestial sphere.

Delicacy in your details, brilliance in even the tiniest leaf,
painted with your thought, spoken to be,
such careful ponder over such beauty,
such care that I would see.

You, my Creator, Master of all, will care for the tiny bird
who glides in Your painting above,
who makes the fowl free to soar into the vastness,
who makes me free with His love.