Ball Of Fuzz 1-1-17

I stared in vain through window pane

as I was on my own.
And lonely I, would sometimes cry
as I sat here alone.

The wind was wild and snow had piled
up high on window sill.
Yet I was warm despite the storm,
despite infrequent chill.

My eyes in blur, saw something stir.

I raced outside to see.

It was a sight.  I held it tight

and said, "You're safe with me."

So cold she was.  I know because

she shivered for an hour.

Sad eyes were blue and hungry too.

She drank, though milk was sour.

Then trusting she, laid down on me -

curled tightly in my lap.

So soft her fur and quiet purr.

She took a prolonged nap.

As seasons came, she was the same -
so tame, so loving, swell.
And so it was, I know because
my mem-ry serves me well.

She was a friend right to the end
and trusting as could be.

Though snow had blown, the sun once shone

on ball of fuzz and me.

I stare in vain through window pane.

Again, I'm on my own.
And lonely I, will sometimes cry
as I sit here alone.

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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.  True dividend."

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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.

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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.

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A Great Big Heart 11-27-16

Here sitting on an old park bench,
I watched the folks walk by.
They scurried here and scurried there
for something else to buy.

Surrounded by bright colored lights

were reindeer and a sleigh.

I saw a girl searching 'round

and this I heard her say,

"I can't find Jesus anywhere.

The stable's not in view.

The shepherds should be somewhere here.

The wise men should be too.

"Where is Christmas?  Where is Christmas?"

she came to me and asked.

To answer her great question seemed

a hopeless, futile task.

I thought awhile before reply.

I hoped it would suffice.
I felt so dumb and speechless but

I offered this advice.

"You know that Christmas isn't Santa,

nor presents under tree.

It isn't fancy colored lights

nor anything we see.

"You can't find Christmas in the mall

or here along the street.

And Christmas isn't green or red.

All that is just deceit.

"Impressed, I am, how smart you are.
You question everything.
I'm glad you know of Jesus' birth
and why the church bells ring.

"No, Christmas isn't what they think

and these folks must admit -

if Christmas isn't in their hearts,

they'll simply never find it."

She stood there quiet for a bit,

then turned and walked away.

She walked in thought quite slowly, so

I prayed she was okay.

I hoped I didn't puzzle her
or tear her dreams apart...

But then she turned, called back to me,

"I have a great big heart!"

I didn't see her after that
but knew she'd be okay.
This bench and I hold memories
as others run astray.

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You Know Me Well 11-19-16

My breath on pane

is all in vain.

It's bitter cold outside.

With fog on glass,

the hours pass.

I swallow deep, my pride.

The plume atop

my quill would stop

with only me to thank.

There are no herds

of rhyming words.

My frozen mind is blank.

I pray to God
but find it odd
that rhyme's don't come to me.
At any cost
I am so lost.
Is this just meant to be?

But it is rare,

that I would dare

to leave before I write.
Though inkwell's here

words disappear

on parchment through the night.

Not thinking 'prose'

my words are froze

just as it is outdoors -

with barren trees

all stripped of leaves,

like extinct dinosaurs.

Now I confess

that I digress

from what I want to say.

It sure does seem

I'm losing steam.

My poem drifts away.

Should I explore

my mind some more -
that's vast as the frontier -

or let you think

I'm out of ink

and end this poem here?

Oh, what's the use

for such a truce?

I'm finished anyhow.

I sure can tell

you know me well.

You're raising one eyebrow.

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Come With Me 11-12-16

Please come with me while we stand tall

and give to those awaiting call

who haven't any hope.

My tears run as a waterfall,

pour off my cheeks for one and all.

I don't know how they cope.

Now Susie is a dancer

She's nine, but now has cancer.

She's on a newer drug.

The days are slow.  She sits alone

'tween night and day in twilight zone.

She needs someone to hug.

Meet David with clef palate

who plays on old wood pallet

each long and boredom day.

His mother doesn't have a house.

He's shy and quiet as a mouse

and has nothing to say.

Meet Bobby Jean who's starving -

while turkeys we are carving -

for our Thanksgiving feast.

She needs some clothes and needs a bath.

She did not choose this endless path.

Of these, she is the 'least'.

Meet the Muslim boy, Abdul.

He's beaten hard and it's so cruel.

He studies the Koran.

If you were him, you would be too

and studying a twisted view

to be an evil man.

Please come with me while we stand tall

and give to those awaiting call

who haven't any hope.

My tears run as a waterfall,

pour off my cheeks for one and all.

I don't know how they cope.

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Clouds Of Grace 10-29-16

The seconds seem to march on by

as I lay in my bed.

The still, dark room surrounds me as

life's chaos fills my head.

I sought God's great forgiveness here

and prayed His 'will' be done.

I sought His endless blessings too -

His each and every one.

Awakened in the dead of night

brings pain and misery.

Those pins and needles sting me like

a million honey bee.

There's something in my eyes that runs

right down my wrinkled cheeks.

The seconds turn to minutes and

then hours into weeks.

The weeks turn into months and years

as I lay on my bed.

I hear the ticking of the clock

as life hangs by a thread.

A thread that is so fragile and

holds every thought that comes -

and pounds into my painful ears

like noisy, marching drums.

I try to shut my eyes and sleep,

but through the pain and flack -

my tears still win the battle, though

I've tried to hold them back.

My head begins exploding with

anxiety attack,

but so as not to live regret

I yank my muscles back.

This horrid pain has hit me like

a ton or two of brick -

that brings more torture to my ears

with every single 'tick'.

I sought God's will through faithful hope

but must accept this quest -

that when my fragile thread does snap,

I find that God has blessed.

Not maybe how I thought He would -
because this world harms.
But when that fragile thread does snap -
I'll find I'm in His arms.

For Christ endured this torture too.

He knows just how I feel.

So faithfully He carries me

and brings my heart to heal.

He holds me up, takes tension off

that single fragile thread,

so I can float on clouds of grace

that quell my pain instead.

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In Your Image 10-22-16

You made me in Your image Lord,

but I broke through the mold.

I thought my way was better so

I didn't do as told.

I lived in curiosity

when I was just a child.

I grew up wanting everything,

was selfish and was wild.

I lived in all my foolishness
and put myself in bubble.

And when I drew my idols in -

it got me into trouble.

One rainy day my bubble burst

and so I sat depressed.

Drenching wet I swallowed pride

that should have been addressed.

If I could start all over Lord,

I'd listen and obey.

And that way I would not be in

the fix I am today.
You'd make me in Your image Lord.

I wouldn't break the mold.

I'd know your way was better and

I'd do as I was told.

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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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