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Mountains of Dreams
Majestic mountains with snow-capped peaks
touch a baby-blue sky dotted with puffy clouds
like fingers brushing God’s eyes, cleansing air.
White dusted pines march up and down slopes
erect as soldiers, as still as statues bearing arms,
free from smoky campfires and slow-moving cars.
Half-frozen lakes rimmed with white ice,
idle now from summer’s pleasures,
enjoying peaceful rest and rehabilitation.
Winter-tolerant birds call quietly, snug in nests
hidden in tall trees, protected from wind’s chill blasts.
Fragile-boned winter-thinned deer huddle under low branches
ever watchful, ever dreaming of green fields and sunny days.
Bright white hares frozen in place, noses twitching, on alert.
Silence broken by crunching footsteps marking time,
clapping gloved hands, and occasional muffled words.
Breath steams, creating human-bred clouds that rise
to greet the day, the mountains, life-giving air,
giving substance to dreams that otherwise vaporize
into nothingness, dispelling fears and chasing away
omens of ills that might come to the unwary.
Blessed mountains with snow-capped peaks
reminders of the glory, the majesty, the grandeur
of the world entrusted to our hands to keep, to protect,
to save for generations and generations to come.
Child’s Play
Easy, breezy, light and freezy
squeezy, sleazy, sometimes squeaky
Fluttery, buttery, I’m not nuttery
Cattery, splattery, but no flattery
Speedily, bleedily, just not greedily
Eerily, blearily, eyes are tearily
Quakery, shakery, give me cakery
Flakery, bakery, do not takery
Snuggle me, bungle me, don’t tungle me
Spangle me, dangle me, please jangle me
Laughy, gaffy, just plain daffy
Play with words every dayfy
Holiday Blues
What do you tell the children
who find no quarter under their
pillows – the missing gift of the
tooth fairy – when the proper
homage has been paid?
What do you tell the sad little girl
whose stocking is empty
Christmas morn – after leaving the
last cookie and a small cup of
milk – the thanks for the Santa
who never came?
What do you tell the young boy
who has no basket to leave on
the table – decorated with colorful
paper eggs and filled with shredded
newspaper – and all that’s inside are
a few stale jelly beans?
What do you tell the teenager
whose fifteenth birthday came and
went – with no party, no gifts, no
happy times – to mark the majestic
coming of age?
What do you tell the lonely ones
who never get a heart-shaped card
or candies – a sign of friendship and
love – who had only wished that just
one person would care?
What do you tell the children
who have no masks, no quirky
costumes – in celebration of All
Hollow’s Eve – and so can’t knock
and threaten tricks?
What do you tell the little ones
who have no feast to cram into
their mouths – in honor of those who
survived – and so bite into stale
peanut butter sandwiches?
What do you tell all the unloved
children, young and old, who rise
day after day – wanting nothing more
than a gentle hug – and receive
harsh words instead?
For some children have everything
they could ever want while others
have nothing but emptiness – no
hope for more – the rejoicing washes
over, leaving not a drop of joy.
Let us cry for them.
Happenstance
What if my family had never moved
From Ohio to California
And yours had never come from Nebraska.
What if we both hadn’t found jobs
Working for the same government agency.
What if I hadn’t transferred to your office
And my deck wasn’t right behind yours.
What if you hadn’t smiled at me,
A smile that lit up your blue eyes.
I might not have smiled back
And we might not have worked together,
Gone out on cases together
And talked, discovering things that we
Had in common as well as things that
We didn’t.
If all those things had not aligned just right,
If things didn’t happen the way that they did,
We would never have met.
We would never have gone on the first date
Or fallen in love
Or married
Or had three wonderful kids
Who grew up to be amazing adults.
Things that were meant to be,
Happened, in just the right order,
Better than what a mystic might
Have predicted looking in her crystal ball.
We are together by chance,
But we have stayed together
Because of love.
The Laugh
The laugh is a miracle waiting to happen
A gurgling stream bouncing over life’s boulders
Riotous, rollicking wit on which to lighten
Burdensome weights from heavily bent shoulders
Fluffy clouds frolic freely through each person’s mind
That soon bubble out in side-splitting guffaws
A feeling so wondrous, magical in its kind
Unique in its effect; mood altering awes
Liberally dished out in portions humongous
No meager spoonfuls for humanity’s sake
Spread across boundaries, in actions so wondrous
That ribs crackle, tears flow, and sides quickly ache
The sun’s golden rays blossom majestically
Illuminating rainbows in bright hues
Emotions explode into sounds musically
Harmonious tunes blend in colorful hues
Burdensome miseries removed from memory
Riotous, rollicking times for the taking
Gurgling rivers of life’s hilarious story
The laugh, a miraculous joyous speaking
A New Day
Another day awakens
Promising calm winds
Sunny skies
A touch of clouds
That guide me through
The hectic times of my life
I stretch, drawing in
Energy to replenish
My weary soul
To revitalize desires
And strengthen interests
A healing, needed balm
The day beckons me forth
Greeted by the early
call of morning birds
Filled with bounteous joy
That fills my soul
With unbounded joy
I burst into expectant smile
The day is mine to conquer
I shall vanquish foes
Destroy doubts
Eliminate naysayers
While rising to the peak
Of my talent
Ah, the dreams of a new day
A day of joyous victory
fill my sights and
I rejoice.
Two souls
We fit together, you and I
Most times we see things, eye to eye.
For you, it’s sleeping on the right
Left is my choice always at night.
I listen carefully when you speak.
Good understanding, when at your peak
Moves us, as team, smoothly along
Seeking middle, where we belong.
When I smile, you always do, too.
And if I cry, you soon will coo.
For when one is sad, we can’t fly
No matter how hard we might try.
We love each other, that is true
For you love me, and I love you.
Without you, I just couldn’t live.
So to you, my whole heart I give.
My Friend
To know God,
to truly know God.
That’s what I want more
than anything.
He’ll come to me as a friend
and sit by my side.
He’ll sing to me of love, joy,
and inner tranquility.
He’ll tell me what a good girl
I’ve been all my life,
and how pleased He is with
the paths that I have chosen.
When tears run down my cheeks,
He’ll wrap His arms around me
and hold me tight, not letting go
until the shuddering subsides.
We’ll share cool water from my fridge,
some homemade bread, and a bowl
of fresh fruit, picked off the trees in
my backyard. Before we begin, we’ll
bow our heads and offer thanks for
all the good and kind people in the
world, for peace, for love, and for
self-acceptance. I won’t like that last one.
When He bites into the apple and juice
runs down His chin, I’ll snap a photo,
and then we’ll laugh.
He’ll take a picture of me smiling, so that
I may treasure it forever.
After our meal, I’ll invite Him to spend
the night. We’ll have a slumber party
with popcorn and a G-rated movie.
He’ll sleep in the front bedroom, and
when I close my eyes that night,
I’ll sleep soundly until late the next day,
for the first time in a long, long while.
In the morning, He’ll wake me with the
warmth of His smile. I’ll feel tingly all
over, and when I get up, that feeling will
cling like plastic wrap.
Before He leaves later that afternoon,
He’ll pull me aside and whisper in my ear.
Like a gentle breeze, I’ll hear Him say
that He will be my one best friend.
Forever.
Faith is my Rock
Fortunately, faith is my foundation.
Admittedly, I frequently fail.
Independently, however, I am nothing.
Truthfully, the Lord sits on my shoulder.
Hesitatingly, I listen before acting.
Inevitably, I stumble again and again.
Stupefyingly, He never crosses me off His list.
Miraculously, He trusts that I will do right.
Yearningly, my eyes plead for understanding.
Rigidly, He hangs on to my heart.
Occasionally, He allows me to slip.
Consequently, I lean a little harder.
Knowingly, then, He simply smiles.
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