Tried and true,
Follower and leader,
One for the cause,
Always in the mix.
Looking for revelations
Confirming prayers
Teaching, singing,
Prophesying, discerning.
Full of faith,
Depending on hope,
Demonstrating love.
And concluding…
Is that all there is?
Carry on Tuesday #111
It was coming.
I dreaded it with every muscle
In my withered body.
I hadn’t done my work.
It was obvious.
Everyone could tell on my face,
And I had no piece of paper on my desk
For her to pick up.
“So where is it?” she grumbled.
“I forgot to do it,” I smiled meekly.
“Okay, so don’t be like this one,
Who thinks he is too good to do his work!
And don’t let it happen again!” she said looking
Down at me in an oh-so-menacing way.
“I promise.”
Backing down was what was called for here,
Not wanting to cause a fuss,
Or threaten my grade for the semester.
A little lost face was worth it.
Having fresh eggs
Would be so nice,
But I gag when
I consider what it
Would be like to
Maintain
A chicken coop.
Then I omit
That thought,
Knowing
I would never
Own a chicken coop
Anyway.
So much for
The possibility
Of fresh eggs.
3WW CCXLVI
Sometimes people float into
Our lives, and they stay a while.
You don’t know how long
They will be there.
Sometimes you become friends,
Due to common interests,
Or common experience.
And sometimes that friendship
Blooms into something more.
Sometimes you really care
About each other,
And sometimes, you fall in love.
From there, at least for a while,
Things sometimes go nicely,
But often, one or the other
Brings the sting of pain
Into the relationship.
And from there,
The relationship is tested.
Can the love withstand
The pain, or is there
Reason to break?
Such is the path,
That some tread lightly,
And some go through
Full-force, future-be-damned.
Either way,
Sometimes love is fickle,
And sometimes love
Turns into war.
One never knows
What to expect,
When one falls in love.
Carry on Tuesday #110
Opportunity knocks,
And I turn my back.
Not into playing
Any high-strung games.
Not into risking
My meager employment.
Not into hob-knobbing
With those that want to show-off.
So when opportunity comes
My humble way,
I say no, thank you,
Perhaps another day.
Sunday Scribblings #272
Time,
Energy,
Effort,
Concentration,
Relationships,
Money,
Emotions,
Risk,
Image,
Arguments…
Wasted.
Relationships,
Experiences,
Knowledge,
Entertainment,
Recreation,
Dreams,
Love…
Sacrificed.
About time,
Wouldn’t you say?
Better late than never,
I hope.
And enough is enough.
Sunday Scribblings #268
Staying true,
And being blue.
Standing here,
Showing no fear.
On the threshold
Of something new,
Something honest,
Some don’t do.
Showing one’s faults,
Showing one’s doubts,
Not hesitating
To leave the big house.
No cover, no shame,
No hiding one’s name.
Just being me.
Do you dare to do
The same?
Writer’s Island
Week #25
I came close,
Or at least I thought.
I prayed.
I read the Bible.
I went to church.
I worshipped “Someone”
Whom I believed to be God.
I “fellowshipped” with other believers,
Or I tried, anyway.
I read devotional books,
Yearning to improve
My spiritual relationships.
Over the years, it happened,
Slipping through my fingers,
I lost touch, I lost Him,
Then, nothing.
Carry on Tuesday #109
Come through the twists and turns,
Out of the darkness and the howling moon.
Come inside to be comfortable,
To belong, to be welcome.
You have a future where
You have a good place.
We will love you and give to you
All that you need and desire.
We will help you find in this world
The key to fulfillment and success.
You will realize that this world
Is not as scary as it seems.
You will find that someone cares,
Someone loves you,
And all is not lost,
Not by any means.
Poetic Asides
Crossing into
Dark and silent woods.
Waiting on the call,
Wondering if it matters.
Leaving one place,
To try again in another.
Going in,
No matter what it takes.
What’s next?
(Sunday Scribblings #271)
Stumbling along the sidewalk 