Morning poems

As I was praying this morning for my family, my thoughts turned to poems. Here are a couple:

For Jon

Father and son on Friday born
one in the evening, one in the morn.

Both are His, and neither mine,
chosen since the dawn of time.

Son is meek, the father's wild
holding his son, his newborn child

Father loves, Son redeems
whilst baby sleeps and daddy dreams

For Ben

Let me out of this box
been in it too long
captive by others
want to sing my own song

Landed on a box
open all around
breezes blew
nothing found

Somewhere is a box
where I belong
my thoughts can rise through open top
in fragrant song

Fly away, fly me away
over the boxes at the break of day
find me that place, a place to be
where You can be You and I can be me.

I love you all, but only had poems for two of you today. More to follow when the creative juices flow again!