March 22, 2020

The Very Last Time 3-22-20


Could I be like mother?
Do I have the time?
She seemed so angelic
and seemed so sublime.

We all have to work
for days at a time.
A difficult struggle
and very hard climb.

I labored and slaved
through years of hard time.
I scratched for - and saved it,
but it was a crime.

And focused on God?  No.
I lost it in time.
His will, not my purpose,
but dollar and dime.

I now live for Jesus.
I give Him my time.
My life of enjoyment,
completed in rhyme.

But now I see mom for
the very last time.
I turn from her casket
...and hear the bell chime.

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February 21, 2020

What the Little Do 2-20-20


A teeny ant thought he was great.
He watched those other ants.
Atop a tiny blade of grass
he bragged in tiny chants.

A tiny toad thought he was best,
believing others bad.
And there he sat day after day,
atop a lillypad.

A little bird thought he was tops
above the other nine.
And chirped, he proudly, ev'ry day
perched on a twisted vine.

And then a big ol' grizzly bear
shook earth while running by.
The ant, the toad and little bird -
in fear, they thought they'd die!

So off in fear, they scattered fast.
I laughed at all of them.
Their attitudes and downright pride
were things I would condemn.

Then as I looked around me too,
my wand'ring eyes did search.
Did I see other hypocrites
inside my little church?

A teeny, tiny, little man
was sitting in my pride.
And there I stayed day after day
and could have 'til I died.

But humbled was, when Jesus knocked
at my heart's wicked door.
His nail-scarred hands reached out to me
as I dropped to the floor.

Behind my blurry, tearfilled eyes
I knew I wasn't strong.
This teeny, tiny, little man
knew I was very wrong.

The ant, the toad and little bird
had learned their lesson too.
Do not think highly of yourself.
That's what the little do.

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January 4, 2020

Bee 1 & Bee 2 ~ 1-4-20


Bee 2 was dear friends to Bee 1 that short summer.
They worked well together and made their work funner.

They spent their best days buzzing so closely over,
a flowering field of delicious green clover.

The sweet golden nectar that they were collecting
was their foremost duty while queen bee protecting.

In fun competition, sought who could be faster,
ignoring completely potential disaster.

For, far in the distance, they both were ignoring,
a big red machine that had made a loud roaring.

It leveled so quickly the clover and grasses,
but never once hit them on back and forth passes.

Yes, they noticed it passing, but paid it no heed -
and then were run over... with the good and the weed.

Bee 1 hurt so bad it put 2 in depression.
Did both bees survive it?  Now that was the question.

Though neither had noticed when that mower arrived,
Bee 1 didn't made it - while Bee 2 had survived.

It seems so unfair that disaster was lurking,
though both were so faithful and both were still working,

Bee 2 was so sad he cried teardrops of honey.
He thought God unfair!  All his days now not sunny.

We run life's race fast but, out of reach, that baton,
so how can we live when our best friend has passed on?

Is God so unfair when our work here is over?
Well, not to Bee 1 there in Heaven's sweet clover...

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