Sonnet

They shall soon be cut down like the grass.
And wither as the green herb.
So fret not, look at life at a distance as in a field glass.
Trust in the Lord but keep close to the curb.

I dreamt that I was adrift.
I could not even put up the sail to my cost.
The tide was dangerous and swift.
I felt soon I would be lost.

Then in this dream I was tongue tied in a speech
Not able to read another’s written note.
My career on the beach.
I remembered that lost boat.

Then I decided to be myself, do it my way.
Words came easily, I awoke to a new day.

Haiku

Soon cut down like grass
And wither as the green herb
Trust in the Lord now