Stumbling along the sidewalk

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.

Crying down inside a cave.

Trying not to be a slave.

Striving hard for what you gave.

Feeling like I am a knave.

 

Wonder who will come for me.

What is now possibility?

How will he or she set me free?

Am I banished from endless glee?

 

So what do you care? You ask me now.

Why display a wrinkled brow?

I wonder why, I wonder how

You will perform and take a bow.

 

What is the future of a man,

A man who strives to make a plan?

Are you sinking in the sand?

I will help you, if I can.

 

So, come with me, happily.

Listen to my tales and see

What you learn about me.

A surprise, but not completely.

 

Is it possible
That God never stops
Offering his love
To all of us?

Not just the chosen few,
But each and every person
On the face of the earth,
From the beginning of time

To the end of time?
Does God continue
To give and give
Until we give in?

Does God never
Take “No” for an answer,
Because he knows
What is really good for us?

Does he know
That down deep,
We all want his love,
We all want to be with him,

No matter what
We think or say
About him?
After all,

If we choose
To reject God,
And God gives up on us,
Wouldn’t that mean

That the enemy
Has won that battle?
Is our God so small
That he would permit

Most of his children
To spend eternity
Burning in hell?
Wouldn’t it seem,

If that happens,
That Jesus’ death
Was in vain?
In the end,

Does the most
Powerful being
In the entire universe
Get defeated

By his own creation?
After all,
Does God lose,
Or is God bigger than that?

Does Love win?

I can really relate to this poem…

Grace is now.
God is here.
He wants you to join him,
To bring heaven to earth.

To end the fighting,
And establish peace.
To end the taking,
And give to all according to their need.

To turn the swords and spears
Into plowshares and pruning hooks.
To cultivate God’s creation,
To sit down to a heavenly banquet.

To celebrate, to have fun.
Play frisbee in a park,
Or bask in the sun at the beach
Without ever getting burned.

To watch football games
Played according to the rules,
With nobody arguing, or
Getting their panties in a wad.

Swimming in a crystal blue ocean,
Pure and clean, with no pollution.
Always recycling everything.
There will be no waste.

Only eating just enough.
Never binging. No food poisoning.
Everything will be fresh,
And full of flavor.

We will see all our friends
And all of our family,
Every generation back
To the beginning of time.

They will all be there,
Comfortable, peaceful,
Without a hint of suffering.
And no pain.

Everyone will get along.
We will all have each other’s
Best interest at heart.
Life will be good.

Very good.

Glide into the atmosphere.
Soak in the peaceful silence.
To get away, to take a break.
It’s such a nice relief.

Sometimes the tension
Of the everyday stress
Can strangle your soul.
Set it free.

Find a quiet place,
All alone.
Drift into outer space.
Listen to the earth groan.

What comes next
Is your decision.
Could it be a touch or a taste?
Anything goes,

It’s your time to breathe.
Escape from the noise and the smoke.
Take a swim in the pool.
Stretch, or take a nap.

Relax. Find your rhythm again.
Meditate about love.
Curl up with a good book.
Open a window and look.

Nature busies itself,
But only loses its rhythm
When we step in,
So stop and listen to it.

Feel the breeze,
And the warmth of the sun.
Hear the cricket chirp.
Marvel at a dragon fly.

There is no end
To reconnection.
Drift to your heart’s content.
It is your time.

Hey, you!
Come here!
I want to ask you something.
What is your temperature?

When was the last time
You spoke in rhyme?
When did they say
You were okay?

Are you?
I beg to differ.
You seem quite not okay.
You seem on the edge.

Or maybe that was me.
I get confused sometimes,
Especially when I speak in rhyme.
So, go climb a tree.

Do you see me, carefully?
Do you feel the waves of the sea?
Are you happy?
So come with me.

Do you see the way to me?
Can you hear the tune I sing?
Are you here to knock my knee?
Is that exactly the right thing?

How do you do today?
Is this the day you come to play?
It will end upon the night.
Don’t even try to start a fight.

Let’s go now to the end.
It costs too much for me to spend.
Let’s connect the happy dots.
Then we’ll sit and start to rot.

What is here for family?
Do you see just what I mean?
The jungle gym will make you sing.
It will also make you lean.

Let’s cover up the tangled web.
Did you hear just what I said?
Are you coming now to bed?
I will stay here, turning red.

I will fill you up with lead.
You won’t know that you are dead
Until it hits you in the head.
Listen, now, to what I said.