Poems

Grace is a wave of loving and merciful energy.
Grace is riding free
Grace is dining for free
Grace is not having a care in the world
Grace is letting things be
Grace is in you and Me

Grace is a wave of loving and merciful energy.
Grace is riding free
Grace is dining for free
Grace is not having a care in the world
Grace is letting things be
Grace is in you and Me

Who art in heaven
Hollow are our prayers
We carelessly say
Your name in vain.

The kingdom for
Which we pray
Often seems to be
Our own

Let your balm
Bleed forth into
This desperate world
Slowly, to breed hope
Surely, to seed faith
Flowingly, to lift
Us with love

I shouldn’t have taken off
With such Bravado
Fuel is plenty
When you are twenty

Our bombs are dropped away
We have closed the bomb bay
I see the shore line
My engines are not fine

I forget
You remember,

I fall
You lift me up.

I mess up
You clean up.

I get angry
You smile.

I doubt
You give me faith.

We really show no signs of bending do we….

Or humbling ourselves before God……

I think He is showing us both where we are really at……

I think He is calling us to step aside from our pride….

He’s smiling, maybe chuckling…..

He knows we both think we are right but He has all the wisdom…..

To take a slower more authentic road
To follow your own bent
To have courage when you are passed by
To smile when the setback comes
To remember God is always there
To find happiness in Memories
To cool your jets and hedge your bets
To smile just because you’re alive
To give your smile away today

Patty cake bakery
Baker man!
You use flour
We, only our hands

Here’s the church
Here’s the steeple
Open the door
And see all the people.

Where am I
to go?
What am I
To do?
Next Steps??
I am weary.

I ask:
I want wisdom.
Have hesitancy.
Have dreams.
Always have headlights
reflected
in my eyes.

He tasted sea salt
Somehow feeling nothing.
Feet and legs overhead
Noise was awful.

This one, he saw
his blood.
It hurt so bad.
Then, the scream.
MAMA, HELP ME!

Deep inside His skillet
The searing heat swells
It is a hell of sorts
The only hell
He ever made.

Hell with a purpose
Hell to be thankful for
Hell with a burn
Hell that makes us turn

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.

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.

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.

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!

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
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