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Lima Beans

[Prompted by watching my daughter-in-law interacting with her older son
when he wasn’t eating all the food on his plate.]

Not all of life is pleasant,
Not always at our ease,
But if a portion’s on your plate —
You must eat lima beans.

Sometimes life just rolls along,
You get some sweets and treats,
But often it’s the other way —
You must eat lima beans.

[Don’t get me wrong —
Some people like them —
But usually you try to hide them ..

Under your plate,
Under the table,
Give ’em to the dog,
If you’re able.]

Not everything is pleasant;
There’s drudgery in life —
But if you sing a cheerful song,
You might find that you like ..

Lima beans —
buttered, sauteed,
With onions, or in a salad —
They just might please your palate.

The Puzzle

Life seems to be a puzzle,
A jumble of a thousand pieces,
Impossible to assemble.

But if you build a frame
(And for me it’s God’s Word,
The Church, family, and friends),
It can be done.

Once the frame is in place,
You can begin to add more pieces,
Some by color, some by shape,
Some seemingly by accident.

I never thought a puzzle
Could mean so much.
(And, you can work on it
With other people.)

This Strange World

All the world seems strange to me,
And stranger still, as time goes on.
Don’t understand the wheres, the whys,
The truths, the lies.

The world towards madness quickly flies,
And little do I understand.
There must exist a better world –
To God, I cry.

It seemed in childhood that I knew
A better world of hope and trust.
The Lord said, “Be as children now.” –
I will; I must.

In His own world, in His own way
Lies sanity, and healing balm.
In silence do I sense His words
Bring peace, bring calm.

Tell Your Story

Tell your story –
Your life is gold.
Each precious life –
Its story must be told.

Do you not know?
Your wounds can heal another.
Through them you passed;
Your life was turned asunder.

From wounds you learned;
Your heart became much stronger.
Your life has turned;
It’s time to tell another.

The years must pass;
If well, we grow and flourish.
And now, at last,
We can another nourish.

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