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.
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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.
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
Soapsuds
Soapsuds, please, scour away
The scalding tears searing
My pathetic, rapidly pounding heart
Erase the train-track rivulets
Tumbling terribly into the very
Fiber of my frivolous, fragile feelings
Blot out the blanketing pools
Pulsating through my pores
Preventing my pupils from seeking sight
My heart aches horribly
Heat burns through the hull with a
Heaviness that drags me into my private hell
I yearn for luminosity of light
The cleansing cacophony of children’s
Mesmerizing melodies of merriment
Refreshing refrains of unadulterated relief
To wipe away the weariness weighing down
On my overburdened shoulders
Comforting water, wash a cool calmness
Over me, obliterate this one source of pain
So that my open spirit may rise with the dawn
Bubbles babble at my unburdened feet
Boosting me into the blueness of sky
Freeing me to begin at the beginning
Before the pain blocked my peripheral view
I can see more clearly now, for the scrub
Has done me great good.
The Meaning of Christmas
the angels sang a lullaby
the night that Christ was born
in chorus of sweet harmony
they sang upon that morn
the Magi came from far and wide
to worship at His feet
they knelt and prayed right by His side
and vowed of Him to speak
the shepherds gasped in awe and fear
for Christ had come that day
to bring a message all must hear
before they fall astray
a star shone bright up in the sky
above His tiny head
and peace to all it seemed to cry
while He slept snug in bed
and so, dear friends, let us all fall
upon our knees and pray
for we must answer Christ’s call
rejoice in Him today
Love Me Tenderly
Love me with all your heart
Or bid me goodbye.
Very few have touched me
Even though many have tried.
My mind spins at cyclone speed
Even when asleep, and so
The challenge is complex.
Enough so that I stand alone.
No one by my side as I cry
Dear One, come to me
Each day, every night.
Reaching for that special person,
Looking for the light love,
Yearning for precious caught moments.
Missing Him
I wonder where my dad is now?
What country or what town?
Do the people even know he’s there?
And care about his men?
I wonder what he’s thinking of?
While I stare at the clouds?
Does he see the same sky that I see?
And smile at the bright sun?
I wonder if he questions
What the war is all about?
Does it make a difference what he does?
And how will it all come out?
I wonder when he does come home
Whom he will smile at first?
Do you think he’ll even recognize me?
And know that I’m his son?
I wonder if he wonders
What I’m thinking of today?
Does he pray for me on bended knee?
And whisper I love you?
Talk to Me About God
Let’s not argue about God.
Whether you believe in a He
or a She,
Buddha, Yahweh, Christ,
or the words of Kahlil Gibran,
or maybe no god at all other
than the inner workings
of your soul,
matters not.
Why waste our time discussing
the merits of one or the other,
when all speak a common
language?
Tranquility, peace, love,
care for humankind,
trust, giving from the heart,
faithfulness
and honesty,
are more important than
whose “god” is holier.
It makes no difference if you are
born again, or
newly discovered,
a long-time believer,
or a thinking-about-it
skeptic,
for we all approach faith
in our own way,
in our own time.
Tell me about your God,
for I truly want to know.
Show me, not with words,
but with actions,
what it means to follow
His/Her way.
I’ll listen, with open mind
and heart,
for who’s to say
which way of believing
is better?
Not me.
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