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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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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Shepherd's Christmas 12-7-19

We watched the flock, the sheep were still.

The night was calm right up until...

the sky lit up! An angel came!

It frightened us! We weren't the same.

Near Bethlehem, we were that night,

and frightened were, at such a sight.

Then when I stilled, an angel spoke,

with message clear, for all us folk.

I bring you tidings of great joy.

In manger hay, you'll find a boy.

In strips of cloth, in loving care,

in Bethlehem, you'll see Him there.

Inside a stable built with board,

you'll find your Savior, Christ the Lord.

Then suddenly we saw the most,

a multitude of Heavn'ly host!

I heard, when sky turned brightest,

"Glory to God in the highest,

and on earth, peace... toward men."

with echo heard again, again.

And then those words, "Don't be afraid..."

Go see the place where Christ is laid.

And so the time, we didn't waste.

We left right then.  We left in haste.

When we arrived, it was as told.

It was a sight worth more than gold.

The Inn was full, but He was kept

inside a stable as He slept.

I fell to knees near humble child.

Dear Mary saw and simply smiled.

The floor was straw on dirt and dust.

I thought it odd and so unjust.

Deserved He more, much more than this,

with crown of pearls and happiness.

A Savior good, for all to see.

A Savior great, should one day be.

In fact, this child should be a king

that rules over everything!

It saddens though, God had to give,

His only Son so I could live.

I felt much dampness on my face,

for this was now a sacred place.

Through tears of joy, they saw us pray.

We saw it all that Christmas Day.

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Visions 11-28-19

Embossed into the reader's mind

are visions bright and full -

and colorful the places are

that hold us and then pull -

pull poems into vision that

create a special place -

a place of pure serenity,

a place we can't erase.

Those pleasant poems press in thoughts

of waterfalls and such.

And only poets can write scenes

that we can nearly touch.

With fragrance after morning dew,

in nature's quiet hush,

try stepping out on vision now

in grasses soft and lush.

Stroll out on clover so divine

it carries you beyond -

beyond these steps of mortal words

beside one little pond.

And as you walk on clover green

in visions you allow,

forget the words that brought you here

and live within them now.

The vast imagination here

can free you from your pains

of all that you've endured so far

in life's relentless rains.

Yet rain brings life to little seed

that grows a mighty tree.

So take the pains that you have now

to find more than you see.

If you can live inside these words

where poets often write -

you, too, can reach the waterfalls

and own this special sight.

Remember always nature's scenes

drawn by the poet's words

and let the visions bring you joy

and peace above all birds.

For God is in the spirit realm.

It's truly critical

to place yourself with Jesus now -

not in the physical.

And as you stroll, hum happy tune

and whistle for awhile.

Life sure is great when we all wear

that everlasting smile!

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