Saturday, September 24, 2016

An Attitude Of Prayer 9-24-16


The sun was hot.  There was no breeze.
It seemed that nature died -
except annoying croaking frogs
that tore me up inside.

And then those pesky chirping birds
kept on and wouldn't quit!
The peace and quiet fell away.
I thought I'd have a fit.

Emotions begged for me to scream
but logic's chains were fixed.
It seemed that I was torn in two
as all the truths were mixed.

A duck was splashing water and the
crickets pierced my ears.
I even heard a car horn then
that brought me close to tears.

Enjoy the outdoors?  I could not.
The banks were on my heels!
And though I was not guilty, they
had voided my appeals.

My mind was racing to and fro.
I willed to run away -
where I could start a brand new life
where peaceful was the day.

Then wings of sev'ral hummingbirds
had winnowed that still air
which moved me ever closer to
an attitude of prayer.

They seemed to not be bothered by
the things that bothered me.
I once was blinded by this earth...
but now, at last, I'm free!

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Saturday, September 3, 2016

Very Same Dreams 9-3-16


We fam'lies of leaves were hanging in trees.
Each fam'ly had dreams that were strange.
We all had our reasons for various seasons -
traditions that we wouldn't change.

Now none had predicted that we'd be conflicted
from each on our very own trees.
But roots had ambition to send us nutrition,
yet never a leaf could they please.

I also was one who was selfish with fun.
I knew it and God knew it too.
So loved He the world, a baby was curled,
in manger while chilly winds blew.

I was not above all the leaves of God's love.
No better was I than the rest.
So dropped. I to knees and prayed for all trees
and asked that all leaves would be blessed.

Yet root was the scholar, so it gave a holler
that not over it would they dwell.
The root, very tough, said he'd had enough -
and that's when the most of them fell.

Now when they sought Heaven they all were forgiven,
(at least that's what they had believed).
Yet oh, so enthralled, were the faithful God called -
but not those of them self-deceived.

Then one breezy day, winds tore us away.
We landed in faraway streams.
The next springtime rain it happened again,
when new leaves had very same dreams.

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