Christ mass is almost here.

I feel it in the ringaringring on the street

Give a Little this year if you can,

For today comes only once.

Don’t miss your chance

To be blessed when you give a little bit.

Santa’s asking,

But little Scotty is receiving

The love you give,

So don’t be stingy and don’t worry,

God will take care of

Both of you today

And the next day and the next.

So stretch your wallet a bit

And dig deep for what is God’s.

Only he deserves your generosity,

And he will spread it lavishly.


Happy Holidays!

It’s that time of year again

Drinking hot chocolate

Eating candy

Throwing snowballs

Carving pumpkins

Making Christmas wishes

Decorating cookies

Riding sleds downhill

Creating a snowman

Wearing costumes

Eating turkey with all the fixings

Happy holidays!

Silly in the Sky

Hand gliding across the sky,

I look down at trees, lakes and people.

I see them from up here like I would

Looking down at ants in an anthill.

They seem to move slower than ants do.

I turn my head to the side and realize

There is someone else in the sky nearby,

Hand gliding just like me.

I would wave, but I’m afraid

To take my hand off the handle bar,

Because I don’t want to lose control.

So many of us are in this same


We are enjoying ourselves,


But we suffer and let others suffer

Because we are afraid to loosen our grip

On things in our lives,

Most of which we believe keeps us happy,

And share a moment with others,

Even neglecting to acknowledge others’

Presence in passing,

Designating it as unimportant or too risky.

How silly.

A Different Life

Dreaming of another world,

Without the need for blood.

Spirit pulses

Like water in the ocean,

Tossing souls up and down,

Waves of energy crest and lower

Into valleys of electricity.

Power in another dimension

Pushes against

An ever-present collection

Of hearts and minds

Bouncing through time

On a lonely Earth,

Yearning for connection.

The chaos of life

Wound tightly in a coil,

Springs up and out

With each wish or curse,

Promising a change in fate,

Or maybe a repetition.

Without reason,

The jester tosses the dice.

A Peace Is Born Anew

Crying inside a hug,

We hold each other tightly.

Yesterday has left us

Without another loved one.

Soon the pain will wane,

Oh, but not completely.

Memories stay with us.

Time sifts the remains.

We have loved so deeply

Those that have passed on.

Behind there is a shadow

Of the spirit that lives on.

We still sense the power

Of their supernatural presence.

We still treasure time,

Lost in all the busyness.

Our grasp on them will loosen,

Leaving them to be free,

Without the bonds of the temporary,

Or the hurt of humanity.

They will no longer have to wait

For good to come their way.

The beauty of heaven and earth

Surrounds them every day.

And now upon reflection

We can see the beauty too.

We’re blessed with a revelation

And a peace is born anew.

A Rebirth to Eternity

Cloudy forecast

For the family,

But sun will rise,


Hope remains,

Increases, even.

Pain is over.

Freedom reigns.

Dancing to the beat

Of eternity.

Something new

For someone new

To all the perks

Of infinity.

Those that are

Left behind

Can’t imagine

The purity.

A ticket to

Beyond the blue.

All the temporary

Shed behind

Like so much dead skin.

Now an exciting


Stands in waiting

To be experienced

To one reborn

With a perfect body.


Pilot friend, mother hen.

Grief stricken past living

Sweet and stubborn

Strict and free

Thoughts of you

Bring me back

To those good times,

Easy life without


You were there

To make sure

I was okay,

Watching over

All of us

Until that time

It was our turn

To care for you

Well done from

Such a great example.

Load Up

Top of the heap

Is a nice place to be, it seems,

But bottom of the barrel

Is not the end of the world.

Feel the heat

Coming from the sun.

Bask in light

And loosen up.

Do you remember

What it was like

To not have much

But make it through anyway?

We can do it

If we put our backs

Into it.

The Privileged Few

Wealth doesn’t seem to rub off

Or trickle down, or whatever.

Instead it relies on stealth and lies

To sucker in lots of help,

Unbeknownst to the miserable many,

Who work long hours, dreaming

Of plenty but seeing none

Of the fruits of their labor

Cross over the fence

To their bank account.

No, it stays at the top

With the privileged few,

Who rally the troops

When the going gets rough,

But leave them to starve

After the work is done.

So, don’t put all your

Proverbial eggs in one basket,

Or you’ll be broke long before

They pick out your casket.