Tuesday, April 11, 2017

MAY YOU LIVE BEYOND ME, A POEM OF COJOINED FREEDOMS

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May You Live Beyond Me
A Poem Of Cojoined Freedoms

I fear not your freedom
If I may see you fly
To where the clouds are home.
If your dreams could take wing
May they take you ever
To places of beauty
And love.
Yet,
Not all freedom is wise
But where it is good I wish
I could give you the wings
That lift you on its winds.
I shall regret not
The pain your freedom gives-
Because your dreams are mine.
So, go, answer your call
And follow the sun.
I shall always treasure
Seeing you rise in flight
As you forever go.




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Saturday, March 11, 2017

THE OLD HAT, A POEM ABOUT REDISCOVERY


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The Old Hat,
A Poem About Rediscovery

Whatever happened
To that hat
So long ago?
It sure looked good
In the mirror on my head.
It gave shade to my eyes,
Though not enough
To be useful.
It went missing years ago
In one of my sojourns;
When I was another me.
If I wore it today
It would be
Old and beaten-
Just like me.
I was so proud of it
Today it might be in some
Second-hand store.
Maybe
The money
Could have been better used.
I wonder what happened
To that old hat
But
What I really I wish
Is to have back
The fifty bucks
That I paid for it.




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Monday, March 06, 2017

OH, MY CHILD, A POEM FOR MY SON


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Oh My Child,
A Poem For My Son, Joe


Oh, my child may it be not you
That I find here
Lost in the shadows of my footsteps.
How is it that
You became a stranger to me
When I was once was all you knew?
I heard all the usual warnings
But somehow I failed anyway.
What things will life bring to you, my son?
I ask each day
As I have daily for all the years-
It was a thought I had on the day
That you were born,
And shall wonder till the day I die.
I have asked it in the dark corners
Of the guilt that comes with parenthood;
Yet no light nor wind has brought back word
To give comfort.
I let you down
Hundreds of times, or thousands or more-
But you
Have never failed to make me proud.


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Thursday, March 02, 2017

THE BROKEN LINE, A POEM OF A FALLEN FLYER


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The Broken Line
A Poem Of a One Time Flyer

The wind blows with a scent of the sea
And carries the songs of the mountains.
Our dreams must not yield to the earth's pull
But like a kite against the white line
They ascend on such unseen powers.
Forget not that dreams need their tether
It's the very tension that gives lift,
And when we let go the line they drift;
To be assaulted by screaming crows,
And pulled down to the terminal ground
Where they are eaten by field mice.
Perhaps some cold day we will stumble
Across the tattered, rotting remains
Of a dream, that we once sought to float
Upon some lost unseen summer wind-
It is now only a broken thing.
Have a care that you do not blindly
Step past its remains in your pursuit
Of a stagnant and dutiful life-
No, stop and kneel down in the mud
To remember the sight of a dream
That was once embraced by the blue sky.

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Tuesday, January 31, 2017

DIRTY HANDS, A POEM ABOUT LIVING FAITH

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Dirty Hands
A Poem About Living Faith

May we have that Faith
That lives with tigers,
A faith of hammer
And nails,
And that can pull us
Out of bed early
And then out the door
With lunches for the
Homeless.
May we have a faith
That causes us to
Walk beside our God
Unashamed
As He touches the
Leprous
With healing,
The prostitute
With forgiveness,
The broken ones
With compassion,
And the rebel
With acceptance.
May we have this faith
That is good for
This world.


"Religion that is pure and undefiled before God the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction and to keep oneself unstained from the world." James 1:27

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Saturday, January 14, 2017

THE IMAGE, A POEM ABOUT REPAIRING THE MIRROR

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The Image,
A Poem About Repairing The Mirror.

Like music
That carries the heart
We are designed
To echo
His love.
It is the place
Where
We were meant to live.
As light dances
On waters
With flashes
Of white brilliance
So we should
Reflect God-
Even if our mirrors
Are flawed
We must still
Reveal the image
Given to us.
Then others will see
That
As we gaze
At His light
Our own flaws
Will be mended.



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