“Come down to the sea”,
The seagull cried —
And suddenly,
I’d shrunk in size!
I sat upon
The seagull’s back;
Clung to his feathers
Snow-white, flat.
We soared above
The teal-dark waves,
O’er foam that covered
Sailors’ graves.
O’er jagged cliffs,
He took me far;
Then took me low
To spy sea stars.
Oh, happy time
I spent that day —
Above the sea,
Above the waves.
If you can’t live by the ocean,
Bring the ocean to you;
Let gentle waves wash over you.
Let Jesus’ grace
Take cares away.
Rejoice, rejoice!
All things must pass.
No cares nor troubles
Forever last.
All broken dreams will mend
And then —
Forever with Him, with no end.
All time will bend
Towards light and love.
We must endure
And find a cure
For dark despair —
Love —
If you dare.
Easy to say,
But live it out?
“Impossible”,
I want to shout.
But with His grace,
We’ll run the race.
Sweet memories
Of childhood days;
Through endless summers
We could laze.
I’d like to give you
Jesus’ peace —
Forgiveness deep.
I’d like to give you
Fragrant flowers,
To while away
The happy hours.
I’d like to give you
Children’s laughter —
No sadness after.
I’d like to give you
Healing balm
And peaceful calm.
I’d like to give you
Sunset rays,
And purple skies
With waving grain.
I’d like to give you
All my tears,
Without the fears.
I’d like to give you
Clothes to wear,
A living wage,
A home, a lair,
In which you feel
Much comfort there.
I’d like to give
The world these things —
Somehow, in dreams.
Can only God
These things provide?
Each does his part;
That is the start.
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.
[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.
[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.
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.
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.
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.
This Just In!
This just in:
Many of us are scared little children running around in adult bodies. The sooner we can recognize this, the better.
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