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If You Can’t Live by the Ocean


I’d Like to Give …

I’d like to give you

Sadly Seeing

It is my way
Of sadly seeing.
My temperament,
A type of being.

A melancholy
View of life.
I tend to see
The sadness, strife.

Don’t think you ought
To be like me.
It’s good that others
Flowers see.

But if my tears
Will help you care —
That is the reason
That I share.

Or to let go
Of burden borne.
We’ll share the load,
Not be forlorn.

The Lonely Redwood

[At this time of year (late July, early August), the redwood tree next door
 is continuously dropping its cones on the ground.]

All day long
The redwood rains.

Its cones, they drop
On concrete,
Wood, and dirt,
On tiled roofs,
On weedy grass.

It is their task …
To reproduce,
To bear much fruit —

But, alas …
They’ll rarely come
To new green shoot.

The lonely redwood
Planted there,
In city, town,
In suburb brown,
Will boast a solitary crown.

No seed will sprout
On concrete, wood,
On tiled roofs,
But maybe dirt,
Or weedy grass.

Then soon is trampled
Underfoot —
No room for more.

Battle of the Mind

[Describes the battle against negativity, depression, believing lies,
wrong thinking, etc.  I don’t 
despair now, but have experienced
the feeling.]

Eyelids lifting,
Day beginning.
Lifting bones;
Must keep from sinning.

Every minute
A battle rages.
Mind’s temptations;
Are you winning?

Laziness
And deep despair.
The battle in
My mind aware.

The thoughts that come
I must resist.
The lies, deceptions
Must desist.

Don’t let Satan
Warp your mind.
Look to Jesus
Strength to find.

White Noise

A sound
That many sounds contains,
Like rushing wave,
Like windy day.

It’s calming, soothing,
Helps me sleep.
A restful peace
Across me creeps.

I long for ocean,
The real thing.
It’s glorious sound
Will bring me peace.

Unseen Hand

Just a blank wall
Is all I see.
But still, Your hand
Is touching me.

I feel alone,
And yet, I’m not.
Blindly following,
But still — not lost.

Your hand upon me,
An unseen plan.
Your ways, mysterious;
Please help me stand.

Unnoticed

Black butterfly
On angel’s wings.
A brown and common
Bird that sings.

A blade of grass
That no one sees.
A quiet child,
A bright sunbeam.

They pass her by —
Nothing unusual.
She sits and sighs —
It’s life as usual.

Tell Me Your Story

What is in your heart?
I cannot know,
Except through long years,
And even then, my picture is incomplete.

What can we know of others?
Only by what they say and do,
But mostly by what they do.

How can I know you?
Will I ask you many questions?
Will you lie or tell the truth?

How can I live with you,
Unless we are both honest,
Although honesty can hurt.

How can I love you
Unless I know you?

How can I know you
Unless you share your heart?

How can I love you? —
Tell me your story —
That may be the start.

Longing for God’s Love

I seek in the silence
A word from You,
The key to my existence.

For once,
There are no voices around me.

I try to listen …

I beat against the doors
Of Your heart —
Will You let me in?

Or perhaps it’s the other way —
Will I let You in?

I seek for Your answer,
I wait for Your voice,
I hope for Your love.

I struggle and strain
To find You, to know You;
It will not be in vain.