Images in black and white,

Sprawling skies in shades of gray.

You with me, and paper kites

Sailing high to greet the day.

Opening, the sky and clouds

Rained down around our paper kites.

We danced beneath the thundering shroud 

And laughed to see the crashing lights.

Racing to the sprawling tree.

Collapsing at its solid base.

Sheltered by its thousand leaves

Casting shadows on your face.

Beneath the tree, we closed our eyes

And hoped the storm would never end.

We fell asleep beneath the sky

And woke to find the rain again.

Travis Shillington

21-4-08

Karis

We did not know that you would go.
You left so suddenly.
We never dreamed that this was how
Your little life would be.

Jesus took you Home with Him.
We'll never understand.
This we know within our Hearts--
Your fingers clasp His Hand.

Today we saw the sunset glow--
The sky in purple hues.
We could not help but wonder if
A part was brushed by you.

Each stroke of pink and purple waves
Across the sunlit sky.
Was painted there by your sweet hand
As God knelt by your side.

Now though our Hearts are breaking still,
Each sky of purple hue--
We will not help but wonder if
The strokes are brushed by you.

Travis Shillington

6 February 2009