Month: December 2014

When I look at you,
I see many things.
I see family.
I see all the years
That we have spent
Together.
I see happy times,
And sad times.
I see a soul
That is pure,
Yet broken.
I see a beautiful
Woman,
With an overflowing
Gift for healing,
And an everlasting
Yearning to love
All creatures.
Your generosity,
Your humility,
Your great big heart,
Your creativity,
Your perseverance,
Your endless ability
To improvise and adapt
To every challenge
That comes your way,
Are an inspiration
To me, and to all
Around you.
Please, do me a favor.
Whatever you do,
Keep being you.

Love comes along
In the weirdest of ways,
Sometimes.
It might just be
A stranger you bump into,
Who offers a smile,
Or a polite gesture.
It might be a service person,
Who takes an interest in you,
Or even makes a joke,
To liven up your day.
It could be a child at play,
That catches your eye,
Pure simplicity.
God said,
“Let the little children
Come to me.”
We must allow
Miracles to happen.
We can’t let our priorities
Stand in the way.
We must remember
To love,
Every moment,
Of every day.
No strings attached.
Just love.

Lessons learned
From all the struggles
Of daily life
Contribute to a reticent
Wisdom
That leaks from our mouths
Like so much
Tobacco smoke
Breathed out of ones mouth
After deeply inhaling
A cigar.
Perhaps,
The flavor is less satisfying,
But that depends how often
You’ve done it,
And whether or not
You know how to do it right.
Slow and smooth
Is probably a good tactic,
I would imagine,
But I wouldn’t know,
Since I have asthma.
Funny, I wonder if
I have a corresponding excuse
For not gaining wisdom?

Homeless, forsaken,
Shunned, so hard…
We have no idea
What it’s like, to really
Suffer. Or do we?
Do we live deep inside
Our own private hell,
Every day?
A torture chamber
That we have created,
With all our worries,
Doubts, fears, hates,
Insecurities, nervousness,
Jealousy, lust, greed,
The list goes on and on.
Do we know what it means
To really suffer?
Perhaps, more
Than we’d like to admit.
No surprise, then,
When heaven calls up
The cavalry
To deliver us
From ourselves.
I guess we need saving,
And then some.
And, just think:
I don’t even like to stop
And ask for directions!

So many worries on my mind.
Christmas is coming.
Friends wonder where I’ve been,
Family wonders when I’m coming.
So many shoes left untied.
So many hurts left unsoothed.
What are all the answers?
Conflict and drama abound,
Everyone seems unsatisfied
With something.
The darkness grows.
But deep in that darkness,
Just where you’d least expect it,
There is a light.
And that light grows,
And grows,
And grows.
Grace comes to sleep
In my tattered stable
This holy season.
The Christ child finds
A less than perfect home.
But he makes it perfect,
Just by his presence.
Please, Lord,
Help me remember
The reason
For the season!

Slipped slopped wick stop
By you, by me, score oh no
Push trash pop yell stomp
Shove grab caught run
Catch move throw spin
Happy celebrate relief
Scared surprised nervous
Countdown seconds to
Go press hold jump pump
Panic fight patient quiet
Made it ending sleep