Poems, Personals, and Commentary

Archive for January, 2017

All I Have to Offer

All I have to offer
Are these poor rags,
My poor attempts
To “be somebody”.

All You ever wanted
Was for me to be happy
Just for being alive,
For being created by You.

Redemption has transformed
My rags into riches.

My thread is woven
Into the beautiful tapestry
Of Your creation.

Still, I sigh and moan
While on this earth.
But all will be well.

Half Moon Bay: After the Storm


Broken Sidewalks

[Memories from my teenage years…
I hope people can relate it to their own unique identity struggles,
whatever your ethnicity, religion, or other unique characteristics.
We all have them, and they are all valuable.]

Playing hooky from Biology class,
I walked on broken sidewalks,
The weeds poking through the cracks.

I passed white picket fences
And Victorian houses.
The old immigrants lived there —
the Portuguese, the Italians.
I felt the oldness of it all,
The vines growing on creaky fences.

The sidewalks broken —
like my old life.

I confessed to the Biology teacher.
He forgave me; he was a kindly man.

It was a town of immigrants —
But not my own people —  then.
(Didn’t realize I was an American!)
I spoke Hungarian —
not Italian, nor Portuguese, nor Gaelic —
No other Hungarians in town.

Lord, where do I belong?

You are my Rock and my Anchor;
You knew me all the time.

I’ll forever be an exile on earth —
But I’ll come home to You.

Happy New Year

May all the old become like new.
May all the things that make you blue
Become the things that make you strong,
Finding the Love for which you long …

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