Saturday, December 10, 2016

Giving Is Joy 12-10-16


Putting on hat.  Yanking on boots.
Pulling on gloves.  Basket of fruits.

Opening door.  Holding on tight.
Wind hits my face.  Everything's white..

Weather is bad.  Comforts forgo.
Making my way.  Footprints in snow.

Taking short steps.  Carefully now.
Slipped on some ice.  I'm not sure how.

Old narrow road.  Old man like me.
Walking along.  Something to see.

Tall leafless trees.  Stretching above.
Creator's art.  Painted with love.

Deep heavy snow.  Bushes weighed down.
Bright colored lights.  Almost sundown.

Cold seizes breath.  Fingers are numb.
Now getting close.  Music has come.

Christmas music.  Melodies sweet.
Memory's peace.  Always complete.

Up a few steps.  Knock on the door.
Greeted with smile.  Warm wooden floor.

Welcomed inside.  Rosy red face.
'O Holy Night'.  Snug fireplace.

More Christmas songs.  Humble abode.
Gift of fresh fruit.  Nothing is owed.

Kindness is sweet.  "Thank you's" are said.
Then back at home.  Ready for bed.

Said I, a prayer.  "Making new friend.
Giving is joy.  Pays dividend."

©2016 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Saturday, December 3, 2016

I'm Ready, You Bet! 12-8-16


I was with Jesus when He healed the ear.
It's then that I found that I hadn't a fear.

Jesus asked, Will you follow me now?
Are you ready to pay your debt?"
But I said- with a drop of sweat on my brow,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite ready yet."

I was with Jesus when He was arrested.
It's then I found out that I had been tested.

Jesus asked, Will you follow me now?
Are you ready to pay your debt?"
But I said- with a drop of sweat on my brow,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite ready yet."

I was with Jesus when He had been judged.
It's then, by Him, I felt I'd been nudged.

Jesus asked, Will you follow me now?
Are you ready to pay your debt?"
But I said- with a drop of sweat on my brow,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite ready yet."

I was with Jesus when He had been whipped.
It's then I found out that I had been skipped.

Jesus asked, Will you follow me now?
Are you ready to pay your debt?"
But I said- with a drop of sweat on my brow,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite ready yet."

I was with Jesus when they took all He had.
It's then that I found out that He wasn't bad.

Jesus asked, Will you follow me now?
Are you ready to pay your debt?"
But I said- with a drop of sweat on my brow,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite ready yet."

I was with Jesus when they nailed Him tight -
It made me just sick just to see such a sight.

Jesus asked, Will you follow me now?
Are you ready to pay your debt?"
But I said- with a drop of sweat on my brow,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite ready yet."

I was with Jesus when He called out to God.
It's then I felt that this all seemed quite odd.

Jesus asked, Will you follow me now?
Are you ready to pay your debt?"
But I said- with a drop of sweat on my brow,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite ready yet."

I was with Jesus when He was sealed in the tomb.
I felt very guilty, surrounded by gloom.

A voice echoed, "Will you follow me now?
Are you ready to pay your debt?"
But I said- with a drop of sweat on my brow,
"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite ready yet."

I was with Jesus when He rose from the dead.
It's then I felt better, much better instead.

Jesus asked, Will you follow me now?
Are you ready to pay your debt?"
And I said, while wiping the sweat from my brow,
"Oh yes I am ready!  I'm ready, you bet!"

But He said, "Don't bother.  I have in your place."
It's then I learned love and infinite grace.

©2016 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Cabin Of Logs 12-03-16

Myakka River State Park, FL (Cabin 4)

So far, far away from the bright city lights
down a dusty and old gravel road -
was a quaint little cabin built of full logs.
where nary a rafter was bowed.

So sturdy and stately it stood among trees.
It's woodwork was sawn and rough-cut.
The spring on the screen door resisted my pull.
I stepped in and door had slammed shut.

It seemed to be saying, "I don't want you here"
protesting that I had stepped in.
But I hadn't listened to what it had said,
consumed by the cabin within.

Such workmanship done by archaic tools
was special and second to none.
Amazed, I imagined a pile of logs,
then stacking them all one by one.

Outside I heard chirping from one nearby marsh.
The palms seemed to tower too high.
The trails went on for mile after mile
while groups of great egret walked by.

From grasses quite tall to warm river banks,
on white sands or next to a tree,
the gators would thankfully come and then go
and have little int'rest in me.

As days would wind down the chill would set in.
I'd gather up good burning wood.
So many old thoughts would go through my head
that only my God understood.

A couple of hours before the sunrise,
made time for a long morning prayer.
The flames from the brick and stone fireplace
had warmed up the crisp, wintry air.

The orange dancing flames were having such fun
and seemed to not tire at all.
As radiant heat would rise from the hearth,
dark shadows would dance on the wall.

I stared out the panes of the old window glass.
The view was a sight to behold.
I treasure the pictures I burned in my mind
in thoughts much too hard to be told.

The days were so peaceful.  The nights black as coal.
Enjoyed I, each moment I had.
But then the day came when I had to leave
and yes, it had made my heart sad.

I packed up my clothes and I swept out the place.
My stomach was knotted somewhat.
The spring on the screen door resisted my push.
I stepped out and door had slammed shut.

It seemed to be saying that it changed its mind
and thought it quite rude that I leave.
But it didn't know that I'd rather stay there
and it'd never know that I grieve.

I drove that dusty and old gravel road
straight-way to the city of lights.
But heart was not with me.  I left it back there -
with the cabin of logs and the sights.

©2016 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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