Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

We Can Always Dream

Once upon a time
There was innocence
And sometimes people cared
For the littlest ones

And sometimes marriages were mended
For the sake of the children
And parents sacrificed
To make a good home

And men would give up dreams
For a higher calling,
Glad to sacrifice
For something bigger than themselves —
(Where is George Bailey?)

And once upon a time
People knew that life was sacred —
And were grateful just to be alive

And maybe once upon a time
Never was  —
But it does
Exist in some people, in some places

And maybe once upon a time
Can never be —
But we can always dream

When you want your own way,

Can you stop and just say,

“Wait a minute”?

 

When it has to be thus

And you cause such a fuss,

Can I ask you to pause, and say

“Wait a minute”?

 

Do you feel your effect?

Is it logic you reject?

Since you can’t self-adjust —

You think all others must?

 

Let’s pause now and think,

Come back from the brink,

And say to each other,

“Wait a minute”

I Dream of the Sea

I live
Past the hills
Between the ocean and me

That teasing smell
Of sea-salt air –
Hints of it drift by …

With the memories
Of clean, windswept cliffs,
Of sand and drifts,
Of seagulls’ cries,
Of lullabies

I dream of the times
When I could freely lie
On the sun-warmed sand —
And of clean, pure air,
Refreshed from care

And of children’s days –
Timeless and forever.

Some Comfort Lend

I did not ask to be here –
Yet, I am.

And still,
I have a choice –

To beat bitterly
Against my course,

Or choosing otherwise,
To take

Life’s ups and downs
As lessons –

For life’s sake.

And ‘long the way,
May I some comfort lend

To fellow travelers –
Until life’s certain end.

[Reveille:  “a signal given on a musical instrument
(such as a bugle or drum)
in the early morning
to call soldiers or sailors to duty.
Rhymes with “heavily”.
www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary]

The battle rages on,
Must get into the fray.
As evil forces
Take their courses,
What good can I do today?

Before I get out of bed,
Devil’s trying to take me down,
But Jesus’ strength
Will recompense —
What good will I do today?

The world looks so strong,
But I must keep going on.
The way things seem
Might be a screen –
Can I do some good today?

Must persevere, it’s true;
Not look at circumstance,
Believe God’s word,
Though life’s absurd –
He’ll bless me with good today.

Just take one step at a time,
Must live in trust sublime,
And leave the rest
To God’s good sense –
Jesus helps me do good today.

Sleeping from Grief

[“When he got up from prayer, he came to the disciples and found
them sleeping because of grief, and he said to them, “Why are you
sleeping? Get up and pray that you may not come into the time of trial.”
(Luke 22:45-46)]

As darkness falls,
Do we sleep from grief,
Or weariness –
Discouragement deep?

Or cynicism,
Or harsh derision,
Or is our sleep
Another kind?

Brought on by drugs,
Or too much wine?
From entertainment,
TV time?

Or trying to end
Our emptiness
With false romance
Or casual sex?

No matter why
We’re sleeping now,
Must ask for grace
To wake somehow –

To take up cross,
Accept all loss
Of worldly glory –

Must tell the story
Of Jesus’ love,
His always-love.

Let grace come in,
Fill souls within.
Our peace receive,
And let grief sleep.

Waitings

 

Clouds bursting forth,
After long pregnancy –
Such a long time waiting;
Fulfilling their destiny.

Desert blooming,
Long time coming –
Dryness senses water;
Life is flourishing.

Century plant
Growing so slowly.
Once in a lifetime
Its bloom condescending.

There are many waitings.
The patience of God
Is eternal.

God in a body –
How can it be?
The Star-Shaper, Light-Maker
Dwelling with me?

How can the Great One
As infant come down?
How was Man’s Molder
In poverty found?

What kind of love
Does startle, astound?
Incomprehensibly,
My soul He has found.

Glimpses of your glory,
Shadows of your grace.
When I hear the story –
How You saved the human race.

Just around the corner,
A ray of light does shine.
Can’t seem to wholly grasp it –
Just like a butterfly.

Out of my eye’s corner,
Just around the bend,
A blinding light is shining;
I cannot comprehend.