Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

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 …

Christmas Cards

On my wall I tape the cards
Sent thoughtfully at Christmas time,
Or letters / emails printed out,
With lines of news, with lines of grief.

The people whom my path has crossed,
The people thought of, long ago,
Who made a difference in my life
Who eased my lonely heart somehow.

The people who have sculpted me;
They didn’t know it at the time.
They made a difference, then went on.
They changed my patterns, changing me.

Perhaps I do not see them now —
They’ve gone away, or I from them.
And, still, they are a part of me.
And I, perhaps, a part of them.

The Quiet King

Do you ever feel like the Drummer Boy?
Nothing to bring to the quiet King.
Nothing to give, except your sin.

Do you ever look inside yourself,
But empty finding, look above.
It’s only there, that there is Love.

And then open your heart to let Him in.

Embrace the Unknown

 

Embrace lengthy darkness;
Embrace the unknown.
‘Til darkness is faced,
You’ll never come home.

Accept all the sadness,
Worry and fear,
As if but a step
‘Till all becomes clear.

You’ll persevere through it;
You’ll take each road’s twists.
Plod on, ever trusting,
‘Til fog fin’ly lifts.

The clouds they are lifting;
Horizons appear.
Embrace the uncertainty;
Make friends with your fear.

Discomfort won’t kill you;
Disorder won’t crush.
Life sometimes is messy –
March on; so we must.

I Live in a Dream

I LIVE IN A DREAM

I live in a dream …

I live in a little English village
Where everyone knows each other.

I go to the butcher shop
And meet Rev. Franklin Graham and Pope Francis.
At the tea shop,
I enjoy tea and tisane with Agatha Christie,
Hercule Poirot, and Miss Marple.
I also see J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis,
G. K. Chesterton, and Dorothy Sayers there.

I say hello to John Henry Newman,
Martin Luther, and St. Francis on the street.
———————

I take a trip to the United States…

I meet Hilary Clinton and Donald Trump –
Through a series of misfortunes,
They have lost most of their money
And have become very humble people;
They regularly meet for coffee at their local coffee house.

I go to a poor section of town.
The unemployed people are busy
Keeping their neighborhood clean,
Working in the community garden,
And going to school part of the day to better their lives.

I go to a rich neighborhood …
No one is home because they are in the poor neighborhood
Distributing clothing, helping in the community garden,
And teaching English to immigrants.

———————

This is my dream …

I no longer worry what you think of me;
I focus on Jesus and try to do His will.

I no longer try to prove I’m right and you’re wrong;
I respect your opinion and will state mine if you’re willing to listen.

I have peace in my heart
Because I have let go,
And given everything to God.

[Reconciling different elements in my life: Christians
with differing viewpoints, political factions, the rich
and the poor, and my own inner conflicts.]

The Gift of a Sunrise

Maybe God wanted to do something nice for me after I had to have a blood
test (does anyone like them?), or He just wanted to delight me somehow,
but when I came out of the medical clinic about 7:30 a.m., this is the sunrise
that He showed me:

003y

God Sees the Best in You

No matter who you are, God loves you.

No matter what mistakes you’ve made, God loves you.

No matter what you’ve failed in, God still believes in you.

If you think you’re a mess, if others think you’re a mess,

God sees the best in you; He see what you can become.

Never give up; turn to God.

Become His child and let Him love you.

Someday, we might be able to see all our hurts, sufferings, and traumas

as TRANSFORMED miraculously into good,

if by God’s grace we’ve allowed Him to use these to bring us closer to Him.

I’ll make you a garden,
In which you can tread
On green things that aromas send.

In which you’ll find refreshing shade
Amidst life’s burdens heavy laid.

You’ll see abundant birds and bees,
And squirrels skittering up the trees.

The flowers glorious will be there,
Their fragrance hanging in the air.

The fruits and vegetables will grow —
Might be a few weeds; I don’t know.

There’ll be a bench where you can sit,
And rest your weary bones a bit.

The wind will rustle through your hair;
Accept its presence, if you dare.

You’ll take deep breaths and drink the air —
Finding yourself, you’ll have no care.

Dry Bones

(Inspired by Ezekiel 37:1-14)

Dry bones, dry bones–
Lord, take dry bones
And bring them back to life.

Stale prayers, stale prayers —
Infuse them, Lord
With Holy Spirit life.

Big fears, small fears;
Take all these, Lord;
Bring peace from inner strife.

These graves, these graves —
Lord, take dead souls
And raise them back to life.