THE LADYBUG AND THE FLY

THE LADYBUG AND THE FLY

(c) 2011 Leah Randelle


The ladybug and the fly,
Vying for respective dominance,
Were buzzing and bouncing against
The outer glass dome encasing the light.

The zzzz’s and bumps and bonks
Spelled out a buggy dance,
In the dark of early morning, both entranced
Trying to break into the on-switched light.

The ladybug, dressed in her finery,
Red wings and elegant approach
Striking the glass, with force to broach!
Her beetle shell clicked the code of her glee.

The fly, a black buggy buzzing mess,
Clearly lost and out of his element,
He knew only one thing, however inefficient,
Even if bruised, he had to get at the light!

The ladybug and the fly,
Vying for respective enter-ince,
The ladybug content to warm herself thence,

The fly pursuing to his last buzzing breath,
Though he die in the trying, busted and bereft!

She, content on the outside with her pretty shell aright,
He, spent and spent till consumed by the light.

The Brightness of Your Glory

The Brightness of Your Glory
~Leah Randelle, (C) 2011


Let my eyes become accustomed
To what they could not before see,
The brightness of your glory
Above the crystal canopy

Four magnificent, unearthly creatures
With the angelic host surrounding
Your blazing throne to proclaim
With wings in beat, Thundering

That you are holy, holy, holy!
And the whole earth is full
Of your glory, though veiled
From our eyes as through glass dull

Lord God! We gaze intently into
Your perfect Law of freedom,
Hearts Hungering and Seeking
Your presence, our Need from

Ages long before, now increasing!
As revelation, wave upon wave
From past to present to Eternity
Making known your Power to Save!

Promised first in the Garden
A Champion who would defeat
The serpent Enemy of our souls
The root of Sin which suffocates

Though your glory not diminished
You came as Servant into this world
From beyond the Crystal Expanse, and Throne
By an Emerald Rainbow encircled

A veil of flesh, a Son of man
We could not see, lest you would give
New Eyes, New Heart, and Open Ears
Champion born to die so we would live?

Your life, poured out to fill jars
Of clay, earthen vessels not fit!
What myst'ry! You make holy the profane!
What sin crucifies, you Resurrect!

Let our eyes become accustomed
To what they couldn't See before,
The Brightness of your Glory
Ravishing! Revealed! for the veil's been torn!