Monday, September 12, 2011

Tennis Shoes by Moonlight

From Blog11
Tennis shoes by moonlight
Tell a hanging tale
Of costly teenage pranks.
Wired, they wait for years
And walk by day and night
Whenever there's a wind.
Perhaps they'll dance tonight.

Does not he see my ways and number all my steps?
--Job 31:4 ESV


Photos and poem ©2011 James L. Swindle

6 comments:

Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

Cool photo, and poem with an unexpected mystique. 'The wind blows where it pleases, you hear the sound, but…' How many steps scattered in the moonlight, untethered from a prank, might that wind blow where He wills?

dfish said...

Few stop to consider how costly some such prank may be, limiting our steps in unexpected ways.

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Daniel fisher said...

"...Perhaps they'll dance tonight."
Powerful and haunting. Thanks for all your poems - I read your blog every day. God bless!

Daniel fisher said...

"...Perhaps they'll dance tonight."
Powerful and haunting. Thanks for all your poems - I read your blog every day. God bless!

Jim Swindle said...

Romanós, Thank you for pointing out the reference to wind from the book of John.
dfish, yes, every sin limits us in unexpected ways.
Daniel Fisher, I'm delighted that you like this blog. I hope it encourages you in following the Lord.