Christmas Glory

Sounds of Christmas are
Ringing now. Singing now.

Bright lights in a row
Define our villages.
Glittering trees on
The hill for all to see.

A time of best dress
And foot forward
The best one
Of course.

When You’re Fake

Too much time on how you look
When you could have
Read a book.

You think of how you’ll sound
Instead of being true.
Desperate to resound.

You wonder if
You’ll feel their praise
Their applause is
where You graze.

Baby Steps

We wish to jump, to fly, to gobble life up with
A passion.
Do not be so foolish.
You are called to make your mark
While you are here.

Not by giant leaps
Not by a walk of
Newsreel greatness. We humans
Must start with
Baby steps.

God Wave

I wish to well up with emotion
Like a great wave
Which leaves my heart in awe,
Which overtakes my senses
With the bliss of helpless wonder.

I wish to rain tears of joy
From that God wave.
I wish waves and tears to drop gently
On a cold world
And all of the remaining
Cold and deadened hearts
That live so lonely here!

My Tiny Last Steps

I don’t know what I think of the fear.
I have always felt comfortable
near the edge of “doin right”.

The end of life got my father
15 years earlier than I am.
I have watched the vibrant,
the loving
and the so much alive
pass in the blink of an eye.

Let Me Kiss Your Tears

Let me kiss your tears
Salty as the endless sea
Let me drink your sadness
To make room for
Your future gladness

I only know your heart
Because I love you so
I have seen it brim
With laughter
Glow with joy
Stunned by a new life
In your arms