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Necessary Storm

A poet wrote that ships must go
Upon the rough or glassy sea —
Not for the harbor always meant,
Not always safe a ship can be.

The times of calm — they do not last;
The tensions slowly build.
The heat, the cold, the rising wind,
The air with turmoil filled.

And so, in life, do not expect
Peace, tranquility, forever calm.
A balancing, a reckoning,
Is necessary as the dawn.

A storm in life, between two souls,
Can happen, just to clear the air.
Imperfect people, inevitably,
Will find they can’t always agree.

So do not ask for constant calm,
Nor constant storm, if that’s your joy,
But grace to bear whate’er may come —
The heat, the cold, and sometimes storm.

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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.

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Bugs Like Me

Those little things
With six thin legs
Seem just at night
To like me

Each night I find
One on an arm
Or leg, or ear –
They fright me

And then I cannot
Sleep a wink
For fear that they
Will bite me

[Unless I say
A little prayer
And then that act
Will calm me]

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Present Savior

Jesus my redeemer,
Healer of all wounds,
Strength amidst our weakness,
Defense against our doom.

Breath that brings refreshment,
Song that calms the soul,
Heart that brings forgiveness,
Words that make us whole.

Teaching us Your wisdom,
Holy Spirit’s gift —
Sacrificed all for us,
From hell our souls does lift.

Victor over evil,
Vanquished Satan’s power,
Present in our suffering,
In our darkest hour.

Evil has no power
When you present are.
Help us to remember
Your presence every hour.

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I’d Like to Give …

I’d like to give you
All I have,
But I don’t know how.

I’d like to give you
Ocean waves
And restful days,
The sea-salt winds
Against your skin.

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.

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When All Seems Dark

When all seems dark,
When evil seems to reign,
Take up your cross,
And look at Christ again.

When clouds oppress,
And gather in a storm,
Yield all to Christ,
And let His Spirit form.

Forget the strife,
And let Him calm the storm.
Let Him give life;
To Him your thoughts conform.

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Tale of the Rat: Two Sequels

THAT FEARFUL THING

That fearful thing did quiet lurk.
It disappeared into the dirt.

I dreaded to that thing go near;
With apprehension I did fear.

I set a trap to catch that thing.
I’d catch it good, with trap to sting.

I knew it must a monster be.
I knew it lurked to get at me.

What wonder did my eyes behold —
‘Twas not a rat, but lizard bold.

It looked benign, it stared at me.
It did not jump — sat quietly.

And now I’ve given the thing a name.
My fear misplaced — it’s not to blame.

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IN DARK SHADOWS

In dark shadows live our fears;
In half-seen pictures, fear comes near.
In hidden places lurk our doubts;
In darkest alleys, doubt comes out.

Our thoughts get twisted, tied in knots —
Contorted, garbled — truth it’s not.
Imagination — it runs wild.
We’re fearful like a little child.

Until the light of love turns on,
Until God’s truth shines like the sun.
Until we give Him all our fears —
And then He calms and dries our tears.

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I Dreamed That It Was Raining

[Written during the California drought of 2014 and during the Ferguson, Missouri, riots.]

I dreamed that it was raining
And streets were wet again.
The cars went by
And gave a sigh
As water splashed on them.

I dreamed that it was raining
And children laughed aloud.
With gleeful hoots
Their muddy boots
Through puddles gaily plowed.

I dreamed that it was raining
And clouds burst forth in flood.
Their waters calmed
The violence strong
And peace could now be found.

I dreamed that it was raining
And living water sped
From streamlets high
To rivers dry —
The thirsty land was fed.

I dreamed that it was raining
And black made friends with white.
The past was healed,
Their friendship sealed,
With harmony in sight.

I dreamed that it was raining
Upon the wasted land.
The thirsty earth
Could now give birth
To many seedlings grand.

I dreamed that it was raining
And cleansing tears were shed
O’er mem’ries deep,
I now could sleep,
Could rest upon my bed.

I dreamed that it was raining
And God forgave my sins.
He calmed my fears
And dried my tears,
And I could live again.

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Embrace

How to hug the world’s pain?
A hug could seem so trite.

To let hope enter in again,
Make heavy burden light?

How to ease the suffering
Of untold millions’ blight?

How to bring a healing balm,
A quiet calm, a lasting peace,
A heart at ease, a healing light?

Oh heavy burden, how to bear?
The Savior’s groan does pierce the air.

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September 11

On crisp, clear day
The planes would come,
Their engines pregnant
With fiery death.

With hatred fueled,
With vengeance filled,
Men hardened to
A self-made death.

The planes collided
With steel and glass;
The carnage coming
No one could guess.

Our hearts were torn,
Our minds grew numb.
The horror made
Our tongues grow dumb.

Yet in it all
Our God was there.
His mercy great
None can compare.

No one can answer
All these tears.
Only our God
Can calm our fears.

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