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Will There Be Freedom? (Memorial Day Weekend, 2016)

Flags on porches,
A warm, lazy day.
A party next door;
I hear music play.

On Facebook the pictures
Of soldiers so brave.
They’re not having picnics —
On duty they stay.

Summer is starting,
Graduations abound.
But will there be freedom
The next time around?

Sometimes I get lazy
On these holidays,
But I look up the history
Of men who were brave.

So many memories
Of summers are found.
The power to do good
Is freedom profound.

People are traveling,
The summer’s the time,
But will there be freedom
The next time around?

 

Misinterpretation

MISINTERPRETATION

Misinterpretation
When acted upon
Is flirtation
With misunderstanding,
Grudges, unnecessary conflict

Lack of guidance
Or true teaching
Brings reliance
On distorted facts –
Our mind has a lack

The ache of non-acceptance —
Too young —
Grows seeds of diseases
Of the mind, heart
And soul – perhaps body too

Only God’s light
Can set things right

Prayer for a Broken Heart

The heart breaks
And cracked spirit
Takes long to mend
But it’s not the end

The heart grows stronger
And it takes longer
For harsh realities
To do their damage

Somehow flowers
Bloom again —
A seed is planted
Through tears and pain

Amen

Jesus Calling

Come home;
I miss you so.

You’ve wandered long,
You’ve wandered far.

You’re weary now.

Your fevered brow
Has far too long
The sorrow born.

You need to rest,
To find your best.

To find your peace,
To end your quest.

Lay weary head
Upon My breast.

All things must pass;
Come home at last.

Gift from Above

 

Heaven is singing,
The choruses ringing,
Of God’s ever-love

Abiding in lightness,
In darkness, the brightness –
The Spirit, the dove

Gives strength to our weakness;
From pride, giving meekness –
The gift from above

Surrounded by Saints

Imperfect people,
Conflicts abound,
Striving for light –
In Christ, heaven bound.

Difference of viewpoint,
Don’t always agree,
But somewhere in heaven,
We’ll all be free.

And I’m
Surrounded by saints.
In God’s eyes, so great –
I’m surrounded by saints.

They don’t shout the good things
That they have done,
Humbly continuing
God’s work, ‘til it’s done.

And I’m
Surrounded by saints.
In God’s eyes, so great –
I’m surrounded by saints.

Yes, I get angry,
I get in a funk –
Don’t like what they’re saying
‘Cause I’m selfishly stuck.

But I’m
Surrounded by saints.
In God’s eyes, so great –
I’m surrounded by saints.

So, Lord, make me humble,
Please melt my hard heart.
And teach me to trust You
To do my own part.

‘Cause I’m
Surrounded by saints
Made whole by Your grace –
I’m surrounded by saints.

Morning Begins Again

MORNING BEGINS AGAIN

Morning begins again —
Fresh breeze upon my skin,
The promise of new things,
The hummingbird on wing.

The slate, it still is blank.
I pray, and yes, give thanks
For new beginnings,
For hearts now turning,
For all my yearnings.

The mourning dove, it coos.
I pray that I won’t lose
My hope, my faith, my patience here —
Nor let dread problems
Bring on fear.

So let our souls be light
Like angels, now take flight.
Give all to God
Though thoughts may prod —
The day comes after night.

 

Unrelenting Love

Speechless and mute —
Words can’t express —
The depth of Your love’s
Tenderness

Boundless, infinite —
Your love divine —
Extending through
All place and time

Patient, enduring –
Deep wounds now healing —
Fills all our yearning

The wages of sin —
God’s redemption reins in

Aft’ Adam’s fall
Your mercy cures all

Grief

 

Was there some comfort
I could have given here?
A song to sing,
That could have stopped the tears?

Did I not smile,
Nor give a fond embrace,
When sadness threatened
Or sorrow creased your face?

Did I ignore you
When you were so forlorn?
Or turn away
When you by men were scorned?

How does one soul
Give solace to another?
How can one person
A broken heart uncover?

Then gently heal,
As surgeon of the heart –
At first some pain,
But mending then does start.

On My Walk

On my walk
I meet smiling faces,
Though some are sad
Or even mad.

But most are glad
To fill stale lungs
With fine, fresh air.

I meet dogs that sniff
At my legs and hands —
They think it’s grand.

And people jogging
Or maybe texting –
It can be vexing
(Though I do it, too).

The air I breathe,
It plants a seed
Of nature in my heart.

I make a new start –
My brain rewired;
I’m now inspired.