Saturday, October 14, 2017

Last Duckling, The 10-14-17



Free will expressed in God's likeness
and formed in wonder's love.
With utmost care, He made me there,
at home in Heav'n above.

But after birth right here on earth
it wasn't really fair.
They all made fun of waddled run
and no one seemed to care.

There was no drake out on the lake,
but breeze was cool and fine.
Mother struggling, seven duckling -
with me, the last in line.

Sometimes my feet could not compete -
so I would lag behind.
But she would wait- me motivate -
for she was patient, kind.

Then peril sent an accident.
My legs went nearly lame.
They laughed again at my chagrin
and slower, I became.

In Godly way, my mom would pray.
She loved me even more.
With lots of skill and her big bill,
she'd nudge me up on shore.

And there I'd praise the sunshine's rays
next to my mother's charm.
And always there, my mom would care
protecting me from harm.

Through many jobs I'd hear her sobs.
She had the biggest heart.
I must attest, she was the best
'til death pulled us apart.

As time goes by I often cry.
It's sad to swim alone.
The only love that I knew of
was what my mom had shown.

I am not strong. I have done wrong.
I was the least of sev'n.
Lord, call me back.  Please call me back.
Please call me back to Heav'n.

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Saturday, October 7, 2017

And Colors Each 10-7-17


Do we know with His rainbow, there's life among the trees?
What message comes from God above through autumn's colored leaves?

Does a willow display YELLOW just to send a small alarm -
to caution us from danger so we're free from Satan's harm?

Does the bright glow of the ORANGE show a way to raise our spirits?
Down through the years, does wisdom claim we shouldn't call it quits?

And does the RED mean Jesus bled to save us from our sin -
that we would turn our life around and be born once again?

Do the GOLDEN leaves embolden us to face another day?
Our golden years are not to waste, but live in Godly way.

And does the GREEN that's still between all us and many others -
prove that God still gives us life among the many colors?

Please understand God's faithful and His great creation thrives.
He paints, each fall, a masterpiece and colors each our lives.

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Saturday, September 30, 2017

Kitchen War 9-30-17


Discussions were beginning in the kitchen fraught with hate -
and anger soon was spreading with the "who was best" debate.

"I'm protein for the people," said the big roast to the greens.
"I am so much, much better than potatoes, corn and beans."

"Without my oven you are absolutely nothing around here,"
said the stove so loudly so that all the rest could hear.

Close by was some oregano, paprika and some clove.
"Oh, do not boast for you are but an old and rusted stove. 

Said the sea salt to the spices, "Here's some good advice.
If you can't add some flavor,  you're no better than the rice."

Said the white rice to the sea salt, "Let me say a thing or two.
The spices have a million times more flavor than you do.

The fridge could not stay silent and the toaster now was hot.
Disposal?  It was spinning while the blender had forgot.

And that is how it started as the food began to fly.
Please tell me why there's no respect.  Please tell me, tell me why.

From floor to wall to ceiling, there was food stuck everywhere.
And you could even see the peas come bouncing down the stair.

The bragging had continued and the sink began to boast!
Then gravy splashed the window...and the fork had stabbed the roast!

The big 'ol roast let out a acream.  "I'm dying!" was his yell.
It rolled right off the table and on the floor it fell.

The hush was so immediate and no one said a word.
No sound was heard except from one small window perching bird.

Hysterically, it laughed and laughed.  I thought it'd blow its cork.
And then we all had seen it too - that cheap weak plastic fork.

The laughter had crescendoed and it filled that messy room.
But then who had to clean it up?  The dustpan and the broom.

Not one had learned a lesson and not one humility.
They still each think they are the best.  That's how they'll always be -

UNLESS they all repent and learn of God's most precious Son.
ONLY THEN can  we have peace for each and everyone.

Until then we will be at odds.  Until then we will fight.
Until then we will be at war - and world a messy sight.

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Saturday, September 23, 2017

God's Little Paradise 9-23-17


Between the path and lake I sit.  The weather sure is nice.
Creation here continues in God's little paradise.

I shut my eyes and listen to the dried up autumn leaves
that dance upon the pathway with the swirling twirling breeze.

I listen to the splattering of waves upon the shore.
I soak up sounds around me and I wait to hear some more.

A squirrel hesitates a bit, then races up a tree.
With eyes still shut I see it all and find it fully free.

I hear the wind.  I hear His voice.  I hear the angels sing.
I take in all that Heaven has.  I treasure everything.

I hear a frog and chirping birds.  I hear a quacking duck.
And far away a jingle from a roaming ice cream truck.

The grasses whisper tunes of old to leaves still on the trees.
My heart cries out for little ones, the least...  the least of these.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son...
If I could only pass His love to each and everyone...

If I could only find the words to close all nation's eyes -
then maybe they could see Him too with spirit-piercing eyes.

If only faithful they could be, so they could see His face.
If only I could find the words so they could see this place.

With eyes still shut, I reminisce of all that God has giv'n.
My friends, our days on earth are short and after this a Heaven.

Between the lake and path I sit.  The weather sure is nice.
Creation here continues in God's little paradise.

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Sunday, August 27, 2017

Forgive Me Please 8-27-17


If you're in earshot of my voice
Regret, I do, my ev'ry choice
that brought you pain and brought you tears.
Forgive me please, for all these years.

I toss and turn here on my bed.
Forgive me please, for all I've said.
Deserve I nothing - that I know -
for damage done so long ago.

I lost your faithful selfless love
and caused you hurt I know not of.
I broke so many of God's laws.
I weep at pain my sins have caused.

Your face reveals a giant hole
that I put in your heart and soul.
Your innocence, may God observe.
Forgiveness I do not deserve.

If time could slow... if time could stall...
if time reversed... I'd change it all.
For things I've done, there's no excuse.
And healing, I cannot produce.

BUT GOD can make the crooked straight,
wipe tears away and then create.
Please talk to Him and don't conceal
your heavy heart that needs to heal.

If you're in earshot of my voice
Regret, I do, my ev'ry choice
that brought you pain and brought you tears.
Forgive me please, for all these years.

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Sunday, August 20, 2017

This Unknown Man 8-20-17


This man, unknown, still walks alone
among the villainous -
among the thorns and wild horns,
inside our wilderness.
Day after day in dark dismay
the years tread slowly by.
Night after night, who knows his plight -
who knows the truth of 'why'?

So far above, the clouds lack love
for such a lowly man.
They give advice and are not nice
as they are better than...
The waters called and are appalled
at what this man had done.
And from the deep, they make a leap -
accused this lowly one.

But trees are friends and off they fend
the blizzards that blow bold -
and warmth from rock will always mock
the wind and  bitter cold.
Yet sharp the fangs of hunger pangs,
for food is scarce at best.
Though so deprived, can he survive
this all-important test?

He won't complain in all his pain
and so, is not ashamed -
for trees all stand so quiet and
they too, remain unnamed.
From scorching heat, they are not beat.
They brave the elements.
They do not cry.  They do not die
despite impediments.

If in review, you only knew
what all that he withstood -
while making peace with trout and geese,
then lived the best he could.
I understand this unknown man -
as you might guess the clues.
Each step by step with him I kept -
for I walk in his shoes.

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Friday, July 21, 2017

Where All Time Stands Still 7-21-17


I found myself in desperate hope -
I couldn't sing, I couldn't cope
with city's noise that so annoys
and racing time as sin destroys.

Among the city's working slave
and the great ocean's pounding wave,
the time slipped past and flowed so fast.
I prayed for peace - that it would last.

I'd often pray while I would dream
of peaceful life beside a stream -
where acorns drop from high atop
the tallest trees - where time would stop.

Alarmingly high from rocky ledge -
through prayer I found the river's edge.
But there were graves in ocean caves
where men sought shelter from the waves.

I climbed down from my lofty pride
where many stumbled, many died.
In danger, pled I, humble cry
that I should live and never die.

Confessing I, reached deep within
repenting of my ev'ry sin.
And when I found that solid ground,
the grasses, green, were all around.

For all the beauty I did thank
my God along that river bank.
In answered prayer, without a care -
through faithfulness, I found Him there.

And then upstream, a path I took
along a creek, then bubbling brook.
Continued I, to walk on by
all other things that caught my eye.

The water clear, refreshing, clean
was prettier than ever seen.
As if possessed, I couldn't rest -
so feet pressed on.  I was His guest.

Beside His living, bubbling spring.
I found my voice and I can sing.
It is so sweet.  It is complete.
All time stands still with no repeat.

I tarry there in peaceful prayer.
I'm in His arms and do not care
for futile lies and futile cries
of man's deceptions as he dies.

His living spring of water lives!
It never takes - but always gives.
I sought His will and found the thrill
of living where all time stands still.

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Saturday, June 17, 2017

If Teardrop You Can't Be 6-17-17


I was one drop of water with so many, many more,
here falling from the Heavens under great big thunderous roar.

The massive lake below me was so very long and wide.
It seemed that I was dropping near the shore on eastern side.

I saw a pitter-pattering of raindrops on the lake.
I wondered when my time would come - how big of splash I'd make.

But then God sent a burst of wind that blew me over land -
I thought how futile life would be, if sank I, into sand.

As I descended, there appeared a flat, but massive stone.
I saw a little boy in tears, there sitting all alone.

I'd rather be a tear, I thought, than droplet from the sky -
for I'll accomplished little.  Oh, what little worth have I?

A raindrop's life is very short.  Accomplishments are few.
In fact, I'd be ecstatic if I was a teardrop too.

I'd care for him and show him I was patient, kind and meek.
I'd live my life right there with him residing on his cheek.

But God had other plans for me inside that noisy cloud -
and so I fell quite fast and free with others in the crowd.

I've learned some things in my short life.  Please lend me all, your ear.
Please do not cry and do not fight and do not ever fear.

Please don't be so discouraged if you're added to the sea.
Just be content to do God's will if teardrop you can't be.

So very few, are special ones.  So very few, are God's.
And sometimes we can't cope with it and so we are at odds.

I hit so hard, that massive stone.  I splattered all around.
But part of me had met those tears and it was quite profound.

Our friendships seem to be God's will - though very short the years.
The teardrops we have met through storms now bring us loving tears.

One friendship, in particular - how very short, it was -
brought ringing rhymes and chiming words.  I know you know, because...

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Saturday, June 3, 2017

What Is It? (Riddle) 6-3-17


Tell me.  What is it?
It doesn't weigh a thing.
You cannot find it in the sky.
It doesn't have a wing.
It has no legs.  It has no hands.
It doesn't have a brain.
But sometimes it just rips you up
and drives you most insane!

Tell me.  What is it?
It doesn't weigh a thing.
You cannot find it in the sea.
It has no mouth to sing.
It has no ears.  It has no eyes.
And please don't ask me why
it sometimes makes you teary-eyed
and makes you want to cry.

Tell me.  What is it?
It doesn't weigh a thing.
You cannot find it over land
but oh, what it can bring -
contentment, joy and happiness,
excitement unsurpassed.
And when it comes from God on high,
we know we have been blessed!

Tell me. What is it?
It's something int'resting.
It makes me want to shout for joy
and makes me want to sing!
It doesn't take.  It always gives -
like sunshine's warmth on chilly day
when kindness bring's the flower's bloom -
which makes LOVE's big and bright bouquet!

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Saturday, May 20, 2017

Rainbow-colored Dreams 5-20-17


I chase my rainbow-colored dreams.
They are so grandiose it seems -
until the brilliance goes awry
and colors of the rainbow die.

When I was younger I was told
that I'd be better off when old -
if I would always persevere -
not give up and never fear.

So worked, I did, both day and night.
I gave it all - my fiercest fight.
For over forty years 'til now
the sweat poured off my heavy brow.

The fam'ly loss was inhumane.
The millions lost was bankers' gain.
"Success" was sketched out vividly -
but yet this nightmare came to me.

First Timothy, six and ten,
is proven true again, again.
If love of money's in the heart,
then love for God is torn apart.

Until the brilliance goes awry
and colors of the rainbow die,
I chase my rainbow-colored dreams.
They are so grandiose it seems...

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