How Faith Is Found… By Toni L.A. Cross

If you don’t know how faith is found

Then watch this sparrow hit the ground

And listen for the whispered voice

And wait to see Him give me choice

To choose my way to death or life

To pick a path of joy or strife

He forces not the best on me

Nor scorns my fall for all to see

His hand is still beneath my form

Waiting to shelter me in the storm


All Grown Up… By Toni L.A. Cross

 

Foggy nose-print, cold wet window

Water streaming on the pane

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

 

Thunder booming, lightning flashes

Years streaming down the drain

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

 

High heels clopping, puddles splashing

Runny makeup leaves a stain

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

 

Under blankets, mindless shivers

Waiting for the storm to wane

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

 

Long day over, still apartment

Living in adult mundane

Mommy, mommy when will I be

When will I be all grown up?

what babies know… by Toni L.A. Cross

  

whisper to me of the things I knew

before i crossed the great wide blue

coo the sound of heaven’s gates

and the mystery of our fates

tell me of the wordless thing

why God cries and angels sing

Seemingly… By Toni L.A. Cross

 

If death is but the means
To a glorious end
Then is the scythe my foe
Or a dark cloaked friend?
This knife poised above
Seems ready to kill
Yet my heart is waiting
Despite the silent chill
And if the very night
Is hiding beauteous gain
Then is it really dreadful
Or something to obtain?
For exquisite things
Are born of deepest woe
And ultimate perfection
Might soon be set aglow

Definite Priorities: A Sonnet, by Toni L.A. Cross

 
Priorities are fickle things
Decreed my internal general
The imperial code of common kings
Deceptively ephemeral
 
I say that they stand immovable
Sure with youthful confidence
So what if they’re unprovable?
Submit, choose acquiescence
 
Don’t think or debate, just believe
Follow this ignorant scheme
Bow to the all-knowing naïve
Fall at the feet of idealistic supreme
 
I know that I know what I know
Until my ignorance I outgrow