Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

Archive for January, 2013

For the Children

For the Children

There can be an ache inside
Truly cannot be denied
We try to hide the pain inside
But pretty soon the hurts collide
With others’, and the wound gets wide

I had two mommies, don’t you see
They really didn’t think of me
And no one ever thought of them
The cycle it goes ’round again

I only had a mom, you see
My dad and her could not agree
And so he left; they could not see
A way to be in harmony

I had two dads; ’twas really sad.
Wondered who my mother was;
I cried sometimes at night because
She never was

I had a mom and dad, you see
But dad was gone emotion’ly
He read his paper, watched TV
Didn’t have the time for me

Oh, who cares for the children?
Who really cares?

Dads and moms, they were abandoned.
Never learned to love, it saddened
Their hearts, but they could never see
What it did to you, to me

The only way to get beyond it
Is seek God’s way; you’ve got to find it.
Move beyond the pain and anguish
God’s way for life we must establish.
Forgive, let go, and let it show
God’s joy in time you’ll get to know.

The Gardener

The Gardener

I cling to clods,

I dally in dirt.

I dig up the sod

And wait for God

To perform the miracle

Of seed to plant.

I work in the sun,

The cold and the rain;

Inclement weather

I do not disdain.

From dirty fingers

I do not refrain.

I witness a miracle:

Every day,

The miracle of life

Is on display.

When it’s time to plant,

I do not delay.

Such wondrous things

Do I perceive:

The seed, the seedling,

The first new leaf.

Continually the new thing grows;

When it will stop, only God knows.

Amazing thing,

That on its own,

The seed into a plant has grown.