Waiting
The clock ticks
On and on
Sitting
The chair gets
Harder and harder
Thinking
The mind races
Around and around
Waiting
Sitting
Thinking
And then
Doing it all again
Tedium
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To be Yours
God came to me today
In the form of a tiny child
Whose fragile hands
Reached up to mine
Crying
Love me
Care for me
As if I were your own
Mary walked with me today
As a lowly washer woman
Whose wrinkled hands
Caressed my soul
Weeping
Help me
Touch me
Stay with me
As if I were your own
Jesus spoke to me today
Through the eyes of a blind man
Whose stumbling walk
Came near to me
Calling
Guide me
Trust me
Worship me
As if I were your own
Take time to see
To truly see
The Spirit deep inside
Of every man and woman
Walking by your side
For Jesus Christ may
Come to you today
My Hero
My hero rode in on fiery “steed,”
perfectly timed in my hour of need.
His welcoming smile offered relief.
This man became my personal chief.
He unsheathed his sword with knightly poise,
bowed deeply to the riotous noise
of my pounding heart and whispered gasp,
then quickly my two hands he did clasp.
“My darling love, to you I do bow
and offer all the law will allow.
If you agree to wed me some day,
on both my knees I will fall today.”
He swept me up and held me so tight,
then embraced throughout the starlit night.
When morn arrived with the rising sun,
I knew he was my awaited one.
For thirty-three years he’s loved me so.
We’re not done yet: there’s still room to grow.
My personal Valentine stands strong,
Together we will always belong.
Love
Isn’t love marvelous?
Isn’t love grand?
Isn’t love walking
hand in hand?
Holding each other
night time and day.
Listening carefully,
avoiding most fray.
Isn’t love special?
Isn’t love fine?
Isn’t love sharing
quality time?
Graciously giving
with nary a thought.
Remembering days
and gifts to be bought.
Isn’t love wonderful?
Isn’t love great?
Isn’t love stronger than
anger and hate?
Keeping no secrets.
Holding no ire.
Kissing and hugging.
Hearts on fire.
Isn’t love brilliant?
Isn’t love fair?
Isn’t love brighter
and lighter than air?
Come to me, darling.
Arms around me tight.
I’ll kiss your sweet lips
long into the night.
Seasons of Love
When winter winds roar through the trees
And snows softly fall upon the ground,
I’ll think of you.
When spring rains dance in patchy puddles
And flouncy flowers fluff in color bursts,
I’ll think of you.
When summer sun beats down upon the parched land
And children’s cries chorus in syncopated laughs,
I’ll think of you.
When autumn arrives in sprays of orange and brown
And plump pumpkins prance on Halloween night,
I’ll think of you.
Whenever the sun rises and sets
And stars brighten the skies of my dreams,
I’ll think of you.
Wherever you are.
Whatever you’re doing.
Forever and forever.
I’ll think of you.
The Qualities of Love
Love is strongest in its mornings
When first glance, first hug, first kiss
Define its parameters.
Love enriches, embraces, endures
Carrying us through pain, suffering, joy, exuberance.
Love drives the human heart forward,
Giving us sustenance and relief,
When most needed.
Love allows us to stand tall, knowing that
There is support underneath,
even when our beliefs run counter
or when we err on the side of caution.
Love inspires us to reach beyond
Our strongest dreams,
To strive to become something which
Only speaks to us in our hearts.
Love is kind and gentle.
It does not cause pain or injury.
Love guides us, strokes our fires,
All while managing to ground us
To the people who love us most.
Room for All
People of the Sun
welcome the strengthening rays
with outstretched arms, reaching,
bringing in welcome warmth.
New days, new adventures await.
Embracing oneness with the
center of the known universe.
People of the Moon
greet the enveloping night
with folded hands
supplicating needs to the bringer
of creation, initiator of all thought,
pledging undying solidarity
to regulated change.
People of the Stars
dream of what may be,
searching for fantastic future hopes
amid a cacophony of movable dots
whose pinpoint lights pierce the
penetrable darkness, bringing hope,
chances of possibilities.
People of the Earth
stand rock solid
firmly planted in the rich soil
of security, whispering goodness,
wealth, and prosperity in grateful
thanksgiving to the One who
made it all appear.
People of the Water
rock soothingly to and fro
with the tides of change:
flexible, contemplative, measured
waves that crash unheeded against
the known, shaking the very
foundations of belief.
People of the Air
flutter about, touching, grazing,
wisps of joy floating through
life, barely discernible, yet solid
enough, felt, yet not.
Changeable, moody, inconsistent
bringers of soothing relief.
People of the Fire
charge engines, roaring life
into being, siphoning air and fuel
to their own needs, greedy, selfish
consumers taking but seldom giving,
burning those who stand too near
warming hearts and minds.
People of the Spirit
find friends everywhere
prosper in graciousness, spreading
God’s love and goodwill throughout
humankind, lovers of life,
exuberant seekers
of commonalities.
In heaven and on earth
there is room for all
blended salads of goodness.
Riches solidified into countries, cities.
Creators, destroyers, givers, takers
standing under God’s gifts
thankful for life.
Simply Grateful
the roads covered with gently
billowing snow looked
comfortably safe, hiding
the icy danger beguiling
hastily moving motorists
on the interstate
into driving casually
at normal high speeds
until time to change lanes
or to turn occurs
and
then
the wheels, hanging tenuously
to the road
lose grip
crazy careening
begins
swerving
side to side
spinning
helplessly
out
of
control
and off the road
landing, thank God,
right side up
no
one
hurt
on an embankment
with hearts pounding
knees shaking
prayers of blessed thanksgiving
lifting skyward
piercing the thick
gray cloud covering the earth
embracing God’s protective
love and grateful for
His watch over us all,
His humble servants,
His lowly children
for just down the road
others, not so lucky
tossed by the storm
trapped in an upside down
vehicle much like ours
have gone to meet
the Lord.
Praise be to God
my Lord and Savior
Who traveled with
my daughter, granddaughter,
and me today.
We are lucky to be alive.
Life Lessons
French silk wrapped up memories
Gently formed from softened clay
Whispers blown upon the breeze
Moved by ocean’s lasting spray
Wrinkled fingers in soft caress
Rightful place upon the cheek
Erases sin and duress
Lovingly, in praise they speak
Houses lit by morning sun
Reflect a heavenly force
Flocks of angels golden spun
To guide humanity’s course
Compassion lights people’s eyes
Understanding the command
Love another is the prize
When offered by loving hand
Feelings moved by ocean’s spray
Carried home by mountain breeze
Fresh nurtured by softened clay
French silk wrapped up memories
Song of Hope
Come, gentle rain, come
Cleanse the earth of all sin
Brighten the world
With the color of blooms
Blossoming under your watchful eye
Drip, drop upon the soil
Soak deep into the dirt
Feed tiny creatures down below
Feed forgotten roots, long dry
Yearning for your magic touch
Watch, oh, kind heart
As rejoicing spreads
Across the world
Wild with unmatched hues
Breaking out in fervent song
As all sing of your glory
Sing of the gift of life
Praise renewal of the spirit
Knee-deep in exuberance
Smiling the smile of hope
Come, gentle rain, come
Drip, drop upon the soil
Watch, oh, kind heart
As all sing of your glory
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