Poems, Personals, and Commentary

Archive for August, 2018

Carry Me

Holy Spirit, carry me –
I cannot walk alone.
Son of God, deliver me
Unto my heav’nly home.
Father God, create in me
Love that for sin atones.

Saints in heaven, pray for me
For graces needed here.
Saints on earth, please do the same
Else I will fall, I fear.
Holy ones, in heav’n, on earth –
Help me love Jesus dear.

The road is long, the way so hard,
With sin and strife replete.
Yet, Jesus does a work in me,
A work He will complete.

Bugs Like Me

Those little things
With six thin legs
Seem just at night
To like me

Each night I find
One on an arm
Or leg, or ear –
They fright me

And then I cannot
Sleep a wink
For fear that they
Will bite me

[Unless I say
A little prayer
And then that act
Will calm me]

California Hills

The summer hills, so tawny brown,
Like lion’s fur – his kingly gown

And deep green oaks prance ‘cross the land,
While rabbits run on shady strand

A drying lake, or river dammed,
Shows darkened shores – dried water’s land

But someday soon, the rains will come –
The grasses green — late fall begun

Covered Wagon

 

A modern covered wagon,
An RV just as long.
You rent it for a fortnight,
And bring your dog along.

You’re crammed into close quarters;
Your food you have to plan.
You bump into each other,
But trav’lin’ round is grand.

Your home is your conveyance,
The road leads on and on.
Sometimes you meet new people,
Or friends who’d said, “So long!”

You learn about your nation —
It’s people varied, great.
Don’t stop too long or often,
Or for your camp you’re late.

Some nights you’re almost shiv’ring,
And others, sweating lots,
But all along it’s worth it
To see fantastic spots.

So come along and travel
In RV, car, or plane,
But don’t forget to walk along
God’s glorious nature trail.

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