Joy Olree

Where I Am Called

To go where I am called,
for where can mans time
best be spent except in
the presence of God.


Pictures of my World

Took a picture of a book
to read its’ words when
I am gone.

Took a picture of a brook
to feel its’ wet when I am
dry.

Took a picture of the wind
to feel its’ air when I can't
breathe.

Took a picture of the earth
to see my home when I am
lost.

Took a picture of the sky
to remember where my
parents are.

Took a picture of myself
so I would know who I am.

Took a picture of my camera
so when it breaks I'll have
its’ memories.

{Poetry by Joy Olree}