Beyond All Chalk 9-15-09

At a campsite recently,
from river to the sky,
we both enjoyed creation,
just my girl and I.

At rivers edge, my baby girl -
can Jesus understand?
Yes, He knows our circumstance
as we stand hand in hand.

Right there along this river
that flows along the shore.
It carries every burden
as we feel something more.

The water flows so gently -
the grasses lush and green -
the birds take full advantage
of God's tremendous scene.

While some trees upward tower,
a few are very small -
but here they live together
and there is room for all.

A hint of truth we notice
from glitters off the waves -
and there beyond the twilight
we know that Jesus saves.

A cool breeze enfolds us -
nearby flowers we can smell.
Except for God's begotten Son,
Wendy's very special.

There's no one who is greater
than this, my little one -
for she has taught forgiveness
and made our lives so fun.

No sweeter joy God's offered -
my spirit, Wendy lifts!
What greater things are given
than all her special gifts?

Man thinks that he's so special
but can he 'walk the talk'?
As nothing can surpass God's truth -
exposed beyond all chalk.

As darkness comes across us
still standing on that shore,
we'll one day see more vividly -
God's promise offers more.

For God so loved my Wendy,
He gave her special charms -
and one day she'll be resting in
her Master's precious arms.

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1 Peter 4:10 (NASB) As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.

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A Greater Crown 9-14-09

This big old world has judged me
and here, this is what they see -
an old and crooked branch that
once had held a potpourri,
but though I want to speak up
I can only set here mute -
and now they often wonder why
I'm void of any fruit.

It matters not what others
think as they bear fruit instead -
and though they judge me mightily
and think me almost dead -
their branches, burden heavily
with fruit that makes them droop,
as they clan up together in
one big and happy group.

None have stepped into my sandals
nor has drank from my own cup,
and they haven't my experience
and do not know what's up.
So this is why they see my branch
is bare from day to day -
for every time I grow some fruit -
it's given fast away.

Sometimes I want to keep some
as I really am in need,
but there's a voice that whispers
with a wisdom true, indeed.
Rewards aren't really needed
on this land of earthly sod,
for a greater crown awaits me
from the true and living God.

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Matthew 13:23
"And the one on whom seed was sown on the good soil, this is the man who hears the word and understands it; who indeed bears fruit and brings forth, some a hundredfold, some sixty, and some thirty."

Of Tree And Book 9-11-09

Creation: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word -
was with God and the Word was God. Unbridled truth occured.

Then from dust of the earth, He formed this simple, feeble man
and from this vast creation, two worlds of our God began.

Then man sinned. Yet with the Tree of Life and man's Garden gone
God still prepares a special place, and soon a perfect dawn.

He, through His sure time, from Genesis to Revelation,
allows He the pit of death and all misinterpretation.

And through this time - from the Tree of Life to the Book of life,
truths are still held in His Word - just as sin held Adam's strife.

When truths are exposed, sin is found and fully uncovered.
Truth hurts, as pain pierces with facts which are finally discovered.

Truth sought me out also - but then I didn't want to hear.
I roamed in circles daily and was lost from year to year.

But though my ears were opened, I still lived sins horrid pain -
with hands on my ears, I screamed and cried in futile vain.

Thirty nine lashes there would be. So very loud I'd shout.
"Oh ye of little faith" God said as His grace sought me out.

My sin burned as smoke in my eyes - but when I knelt in awe,
with mind and soul united, understanding I then saw.

His Word close, I hold to heart, as I read it every day -
and from its truths and words of wisdom, I will never sway.

From chapter to book, phrase to word, I'll never be accursed,
for God's truth doesn't bend a bit, nor dance from verse to verse.

I, a measure of faith God gave, as He is just and fair.
I pulled my hands off both my ears, then closed in humble prayer.

Will paper from the Tree of Life, and cross Christ hung upon -
with blood that inked the Book of Life, contain my name thereon?

The Tree of Life had perfect root - t'was pleasing to the eye,
the Book of Life contains the truth - produced what fruit, have I?

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Genesis 2:9 (KJ) And out of the ground made the LORD God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.

Revelation 3:5 (KJ) He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.

Gone But Not Forgotten 8-27-09

Again I do not have a choice -
none seem to understand,
that I will never hear your voice,
nor hold your velvet hand.

Those little things I'll cherish,
your favorite coffee mug,
your habits and your special wish,
that firm and steady hug.

Now I weep when lonely,
for granted, you I took.
Too many times I thought of me,
I miss that special look.

I cannot change the past and no,
this future cannot change -
for you are gone forever past
an endless mountain range.

This awful grief tears inside-out,
It hurts more than they know.
I feel lonely, I must shout!
I feel so very low.

Oh, if over, I could live,
somehow I'd do it different.
I'd cherish you and always give
and follow - where you went.

So foolish I, when younger,
correct - or so it seemed,
but oh, the joy you gave me -
I could have never dreamed.

You were wise and right on track,
and you I'll always miss.
I look back - remember now
and miss your special kiss.

You're gone but not forgotten
for I still hold our love -
yet none will ever understand
this bond that I speak of.

You proved your love with unique charm.
I cry for quite awhile -
until reminded, in His arms -
you're there, so I can smile.

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Ephesians 5:25 (NASB) "Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her..."

Much More Than I 08-25-09

Do I claim allegiance as my faith grows,
or deceive myself before the cock crows?

Do I always admit, when I am dead wrong?
Have I always stood, where I belong?

Have I always held, ill thoughts from my tongue?
Have I always served, the meek and young?

Have I always loved, or my temper lost?
Have I always forgave, at any cost?

Have I always kept, that special diet?
Have I known truth, but - then kept quiet?

Have I always thought to say the word please?
Have I always helped the least of these?

Have I ever made, the least little fuss?
If so, where's my faith, to follow Jesus?

If I can't correct the littlest things -
then how can I claim the King of all Kings?

If I can't improve a few little flaws -
then how can I live, for greater cause?

Oh, would my faith weaken and die inside -
if burned at the stake, or crucified?

I must remember - should I ever cry -
that He suffered more, much more than I.

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When All Doors Close 8-23-09

Dominion over land and sea,
God granted this to you and me.
We all can sit here and complain,
or use our feet, our hands, our brain.

Faith, He measured, gave to all.
Will He excuse if man does fall?
So tell me what am I to do?
Are my good fruits long overdue?

As Enoch, Job and Noah knew -
have I both brains and body too?
Were grumblings heard with snide remark -
when Noah worked to built the ark?

Is my mind quick to always judge -
my firm opinions never fudge?
Question: Is God's harvest done?
Am I a Christian on the run?

Or do I see my wayward walk?
Or do I study, only talk?
And though I judge as others 'crawl' -
am I now ready, should God call?

In my tall building, many floors,
and God has opened several doors.
Oh, maybe I have selfish views,
and that's why I could never choose.

Day to day and year to year,
Do I tremble, do I fear?
But God is 'fair' and God is 'just' -
Faith's measured portions I can trust.

Yes, God loves each and every soul,
it's not His fault if we're not 'whole'.
For God has given ample grace
before our bodies see His face.

The harvest, plenty 'round the globe -
have faith like Noah, Enoch, Job.
On judgement day when all doors close,
God will know which door I chose.

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Hebrews 11:5 (NASB) By faith Enoch was taken up so that he would not see death; AND HE WAS NOT FOUND BECAUSE GOD TOOK HIM UP; for he obtained the witness that before his being taken up he was pleasing to God.

Pirates! 8-20-09

Oh, I remember back, when young -

the pirate tales from grandpa's tongue -

where peg-legged men with but one eye

had sought their treasures, chanced to die.

Now Captain Pirate had a hook

and he cared not from whom he took.

He boarded ships and stole their goods -

then hid his treasures in the woods.

And on the ship he had some men -

who helped him rob now and again.

At times they partied and they drank.

If one was rude, he'd walk the plank.

Now this old pirate wasn't fair -

and got so drunk he didn't care.

It didn't matter who he killed -

just so his humor was fulfilled.

A wee bit close, I happened near -

lost both my boots and lost my gear.

They tied me up that very night.

My wrists had hurt.  The rope was tight.

Then one pulled quick, his shiny sword -

and threw me on that weathered board.

The ocean deep, the water black,

I felt his sword pressed in my back.

So I stepped out - again, again,

with nudges felt from earthly sin.

The steps I took were very short

as that old plank gave me support.

I thought quite quick but took some pause -

reflecting on life's silly laws.

So blinded by life's codes and rules,

I had nothing - them, the jewels.

So hoping here on earth I'd stay,

I stepped through life from day to day.

And this I knew - could not pretend -

this plank was short. There was an end.

My weight pushed low the outer ledge

as toes could feel the very edge.

No turning back, what's done is done,

no place to turn, no place to run.

Our bodies end with earthly goals

as all life ends, but not our souls.

Emotions quake, as body shakes,

but after death, the soul awakes.

Oh, they held truth (though they got old)

those pirate tales that grandpa told,

but futile is a life that's wed -

with both the soul and body dead.

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Not Of It 8-18-09

The seat's a bit damp
as I sit on the old bench,
absent of most its paint
at the end of the rickety pier.

Crystal Lake -
so tranquil
with smooth glimmering ripples
moving away,
seemingly wooing my eyes
eastward,
toward the pre-dawn sun.

Still dark,
with not a cloud -
but one.
One small insignificant cloud
setting precariously
on the orange glow
fading up into blackness
across the lake
in the eastern sky.

The thin crescent moon,
crisp and steady -
yet the balance I view darkly,
and craters are seen
as a hint
exposing all truth
of its full being.
Venus,
so boldly shining
on it's right side,
as if to bear witness
of its existence.

It is indeed
a cool morning
before the sunrise,
yet that orange glow -
that brilliant glow -
the promise soon of a rising sun.

Also there,
past the far end of the lake
under the orange glow,
the trees stand still -
seemingly frozen.
Silhouettes so thickly intertwined
in a mass of distant
thin horizontal blackness -
except for the ragged treetops
where specks of orange shine through,
randomly.
And only three lonely lights
reflecting off the lake
glow dim next to houses
which are nestled in
among the wooded darkness,
holding sleeping souls -
completely unaware
of all truth.

And slowly drifting away
just above the waters' ripples
hovering ever so lightly,
like ghosts -
thin mists.
Yet they slowly tumble
in the slowest motion -
then dissipate forever,
without evidence.

As I breathe it in -
the fresh crisp air - it calls.
Cool, refreshing.
It's very early -
but oh, so quiet.

Only a distant frog or two,
and a rare splash from a fish -
break the silence
of my thoughts.
And those thoughts, keenly aware
that there is not a better time
than this, right now.
Joy and peace,
so refreshing,
so relaxing,
and cool....

No stress
or pain.
Who can reject it?

Glancing to my right
I see - framed with shrubs and bushes,
dark maroon siding
in waters' reflection
from a neighboring house -
dancing
in the faithful
unending ripples
as if to say,
"Come and enjoy what I see all night long."

To dive in
and get lost in its beauty
where no one
can hurt me anymore.
No one,
ever,
forever.
So inviting I ponder it.

It's like,
it's like Heaven -
right here,
right now.
Just God and I,
alone,
wrapped in His creation
as one.
Perfect peace,
perfect love,
perfect harmony...
tranquility.

Who can reject such a creation??
“Follow me.
Follow me now”
It seems to say…

Yet on my cheek,
I feel,
winding its way
down through my many wrinkles,
finding its path,
leading a trail of sorrow -
a lone tear.
It rolls down,
Hesitates,
then finally drips
into this lake of sorrows
with the smallest splash,
with all the others -
yet unknown by others -
lost in all the others...
The pain of sin on innocence.

And another day
of futility in a sinful world awaits,
of greed and lust,
of hate and anger,
of pain and sorrow.
They await.
The day soon breaks.

Teardrops grow this lake,
drop by every painful drop
until one day -
a lake of fire.
Woe to those who still sleep -
before this sunrise.

The sun will soon break the horizon.

I stand up from the old bench -
still alone with God,
with work to do -
steadfast, persevering -
in love and due diligence,
for and in His creation.
I, In my very small way
painfully contributed to this lake...
But no one knows -
nor cares.
Yet prayers, never ceasing -
as the Spirit turns inside -
so patient, in slowest motion
continue.

Yes, I am in the world -
not of it.
I humbly follow Him.

Bursting forth in full color -
The morning breaks.
Light surrounds me -
hope, peace, love, joy…
As I go my way,
I will not reject it…

Do you reject -
or follow Him?
Do you focus on God -
or self?

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Romans 12:1-3 (NASB)

1Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship.

2And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.

3For through the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think more highly of himself than he ought to think; but to think so as to have sound judgment, as God has allotted to each a measure of faith.

Stephen 8-15-09

Can hate and anger comprehend,
that love and peace protects, defends?
How can earthly warring cease
with hate and anger, love and peace?

Stephen, honest from his youth,
spoke in pure unbridled truth.
A man of love - to God attached,
A reputation, few had matched.

This man, so trusted many years
had brought to surface others' fears.
When evil rulers questioned acts,
dear Stephen merely stated facts.

They were enraged, became disgusted
with the man who others trusted -
though of faith and Spirit-filled,
Stephen was the man they killed.

Rulers, sin had so distracted
by their thoughts that they'd enacted,
stepped forth from an evil clan -
and stoned to death this Godly man.

From evil men - among their hurds -
sometimes stones are spiteful words.
Hate is used, still used today -
when words are used to kill who may.

Who may walk in step with God,
where evil men will never trod?
For evil men will never hear
the promises that cause them fear.

How can earthly warring cease
with hate and anger, love and peace?
Can't hate and anger comprehend,
our love and peace protects, defends?

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Seek Ye First 8-8-09

The greed of man from that first tree!
How selfish can His people be?
The Almighty, we don't fear.
Can man not seek?
Can man not hear?

Creating gods from whither star,
how foolish all God's people are!
The lessons of all history past -
Can man not seek?
Can man not last?

With singers, actors in disguise,
do we, our hero's idolize?
When entertainment cannot give -
can man not seek?
Can man not live?

Then rulers of our very land -
apply their pressures on demand.
Agendas lie beneath the sea -
can man not seek?
Can man not see?

And then when profits rule the skies,
the poor are stripped. We hear the cries.
So obvious, greed will reveal -
can man not seek?
Can man not feel?

We'll vote for change at any cost -
when answers, here on earth exhaust.
When hope is spent, we'll look above -
where man will find
that perfect Love....

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Matthew 6:33 (KJV) But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

Good Morning! 8-5-09

Can I rise to face today,
when I hear all the things they say?

Can I fathom one more day,
despite the stubborn and their way?

Can I survive this world's decay,
with all the laws in disarray?

Can I get up - is it okay,
go back to sleep or walk away?

Can I just work another day,
for one small check - my measly pay?

Can I get up with skies so gray,
and face the torture - come what may?

Can I give up and can I pray,
"I trust Your 'will' and trust Your way?"

Can I look up and can I say,
"I'm humbly Yours and will obey?"

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Foundation's Truth 8-1-09

So proud and tall she stands today,
for she had understood the way -
the importance of her humble job
while surrounded with such disarray.

Lest our nation backward slide,
never once we cussed or lied,
but now through 'hope' and true 'belief'
we're safely home and here abide.

She had noticed through the years
so many 'wet behind the ears'.
For they had taken it for granted -
a right that easily disappears.

Still there, but lonely, she still stands,
(no music, pomp or marching bands) -
Her usefulness has gone, expired -
as 'greater good' today demands.

Our freedom's 'right' - none can erase,
but most give up in any case.
She stands so ready, though alone -
next to a corrupt voting place.

When blinded by bad policy,
can she still fly our flag freely?
If one by one our 'rights' are stripped -
can this, a mighty nation be?

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Who? 7-8-09

We read, each day, Your Holy Word.
We know that it is true.
We promise to obey you Lord
but 'what' are we to do?

We read and understand Your Word,
You know our lives are pure.
We promise to obey you Lord -
but 'when?' - we're not so sure.

We read and comprehend Your Word,
We sometimes inward grow.
We promise to obey you Lord -
but 'where' are we to go?

We are as ready as Your Word,
prepared to follow You.
We promised to obey you Lord -
but 'who' should follow through?

We always keep on promising
and say we'll do our best -
but when it gets right down to it
our 'will' has taken rest.

Well, Jesus took up His own cross -
and died for me and you -
and Jesus did not ask and ask -
the 'what', 'when', 'where', or 'who'....

'WHAT' we do - is follow Him.
The 'WHEN' is now, you see.
'WHERE' is to lost, dying souls,
and 'WHO' is always "me".

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The End 7-6-09

Oh, 30,000 days or so -
those are the pages most will go.
Though maybe sooner in your book -
Just read your pages - take a look.
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Learning life had just begun -
began to walk and then to run.
Trips to the zoo - the lion cage.
Another day, another page....

Then in school with papers, pens,
socially too, made special friends.
You passed your adolescent age.
Another day, another page....

Oh, you had life all figured out -
through your thoughts there was no doubt -
Life was good, your friends engaged.
Another day, another page....

Support abortion on demand!
A baby? Not what you had planned.
If some opposed, you got enraged!
Another day, another page....

Money too and debt thereon,
with all you got our hands upon.
You then demanded higher wage.
Another day, another page....

Focused on yourself instead -
chapter after chapter read.
The time flew fast and you had aged.
Another day, another page....

Final wrinkles took their hold -
now you admit you're getting old.
Alone you lived - your final stage.
Another day, another page....
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Searching, searching, day to day,
we filled our books in our own way -
Though some fought death, by "hook or crook" -
we knew that God still held the book.

God's fast-food strength we happened on -
and instant grace we cashed in on -
but faithless days and days of sin -
the 'Book of Life', our names are in?

It's not too late to humble some,
and to our God and Savior come.
If Jesus in our books, will spend -
then happy are the words: "The End"

Words on pages, perfect spelled
when in His hands our books are held.
Our God and Savior we'll discover -
when He closes our back cover....

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Hard To Come By 6-28-09

As wars break out, hurt innocent,
through torture, hate and lie.
To see these deaths, it saddens me -
and words are hard to come by....

When schools teach our children
that God they can deny -
the school shootings sadden me -
and words are hard to come by....

When churches want to compromise,
compassioned speech supply -
When truth is dead, it saddens me -
and words are hard to come by....

When parents through their anger
will see their children cry.
This child abuse so saddens me -
and words are hard to come by....

When judges, with our documents,
our wants, through law imply -
abortion deaths, they sadden me -
and words are hard to come by....

Oh, sin on earth grows daily -
hate escalates so high.
When sinful actions sadden me -
the words are hard to come by....

Point your finger, pass the buck.
Actions speak - so hear them cry.
Their louder voices sadden me,
and words are hard to come by....

So if you must - accuse me quick -
if truth refuse to buy.
Oh, will we learn on judgment day -
that words are hard to come by...?

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Can I See? 6-25-09

All is dark and all is sin
when there's no speck of light -
but God brought light into the world.
He shines so very bright.

When life is tough and growing dark,
when I can barely see -
it's then I have to ask myself,
"Has God withdrawn or me?"

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The Answer Screams 6-23-09

There is turmoil in the world today.

What side is America on?

The side of 'diplomatic correctness' or truth?

.

I searched the earth, the land and sea,
I searched through church and even me....
I searched and searched - but found it not.
How can we find - what we've forgot?

I searched out far, to other lands,
through darkened forests, desert sands....
I searched and searched - but found it not.
How can we find - what we've forgot?

I searched up high, the stars, the skies,
and also asked the learned and wise....
I searched and searched - but found it not.
How can we find - if we know not?

Somewhere, one answer's right, we know -
between our God - and Hell below.
To find it, man has done his best,
When looking north - south, east and west.

We know this world's in downward spin.
As people die, they die within.
Why does it seem - few people care?
And do we miss the answer there?

Then at His cross - His love, His grace,
I stumbled some to see His face -
And from this cross, as He looked down,
blood still dripping, off His crown.

He looked at me in such a way,
that I remember to this day -
my sin I could not least disguise -
as He peered in, my hopeful eyes.

Despite His face, so bloody, stained,
despite His cuts, despite His pain,
despite the nails through hands and feet,
my searching still was incomplete.

He then relayed a final clue.
I asked, "What can one Christian do?
Just one of me will never do."
I found it not, my answers few.

And this is why, what's done is done.
The truth, I feared, would weigh a ton.
I could not stand to see His face,
so I looked down in deep disgrace.

Then humbled by what I saw next,
I saw not one, but two objects.
I searched no more, for on the ground -
This answer clearly I had found.

Sometimes the answer's like our dreams -
and isn't really what it seems -
and this time I was in a fix....
Truth hit me like a ton of bricks.

It's not in all the things I hold.
It's not my money or my gold.
The answer's here and it's complete,
beneath our Savior's bloody feet.

I thought, how can I lift my cross,
when I, His sandals, step across?
Challenging, our earthly scandals.
The answer screams, "His Holy Sandals!"

At first, quite stunned, I gazed upon -
then reverantly I slipped them on.
If on this cross His work is done,
then here my work has just begun.

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Luke 12:32-34 (NASB)
32"Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has chosen gladly to give you the kingdom.
33"Sell your possessions and give to charity; make yourselves money belts which do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near nor moth destroys.
34"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

A Child's Prayer 6-21-09

I saw a little girl reaching up for her mothers hand.

All the little girl wanted was a little love and comfort.

I began to ponder the little girls thoughts....

I woke right up this morning but
my mommy wasn't there.
The sun was shining brightly though,
so knew my mommy cared.
I pulled off my pajamas,
put on my favorite dress,
went down to find my mommy and,
with many hopes, impress.

Though she was drinking coffee,
with phone up to her ear -
I said, "Good morning mommy!
I'm very glad you're here."
I must have interrupted her.
I guess she didn't hear,
so I mouthed the words, "I love You"
- tried hard to whisper clear.

I made myself some cereal
as I, each morning, do.
Some say she doesn't love me but,
I know it isn't true.
When finished with my breakfast,
I thought I heard her scoff -
but put the dishes in the sink
and cleared the table off.

Then later on that morning
while going into town -
the radio had blared as if,
I was not around.
While in the mall together,
I reached up for her hand.
I guess she didn't see it or
she didn't understand.

Later, in my room alone -
(just my doll and me)
I heard her call for dinner with
a book and her TV.
The microwave had sounded,
while she sat on the couch.
She didn't ever smile much,
but she was not a grouch.

Tonight, here on my bed I am,
and laying on my back,
some tears are rolling down my cheeks -
my mom's a bit off-track.
So a little prayer I whisper,
(eyes covered with each palm).
I say a prayer to Jesus then -
I thank Him for my mom.

"Jesus, mommy loves me -
no matter what You see.
  She gives me everything I need.
 Please Jesus, just agree ."

 "Mommy is so short of time -
 in circles, she gets dizzy -

so if you get a chance, dear Lord -
please help her.  She's so busy.

"She's working very hard, you know -
such little time, has she.
I know, if she was here right now -
she'd dry these tears for me.

"So Jesus, don't be angry.
I love her quite a lot.
  Please help her with her troubles 'cause,
 my mom is all I've got."

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Special Times 6-19-09

A little different poem again.

I hope you like the 'contrast'

between the two individuals.

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My heart pumps harder every beat.
Sweat runs faster in the heat.
The sidewalk, our familiar beat,
as dad enjoys the warming heat.

I'm swamped with work, my patience thin.
I do my best - but cannot win!
His lungs are weak, his face is thin,
but with our love, we always win.

I must be prompt - and on a dime,
but I'll be late. There isn't time!
He's broke and no one spares a dime -
but jointly - precious is our time.

The meeting started half-past-ten
and now I will be late again!
The time we spend, we rate a "10"
so I'll return - again, again.

I'll be late. I think, "Oh, well."
Trouble, I can always spell.
I know the plastic handles well -
"Father, should we stop a spell?"

Small weeds in cracks on sidewalk die,
as I fly past, I run them by....
The flowers seem to never die.
We smell those flowers - not pass by.

The elevator, I jump on,
the second floor, I push upon.
We rested some, and then walked on -
Us, others fixed their gaze upon.

Finally there, alone I stood -
I saw him stare (this isn't good).
Beside my dad, I faithful stood -
enjoying life - as this is good.

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Good health (like fragrance) fades away -
So smell those flowers every day.
For I'll not trade a day I've had -
those special times with good 'ol dad.

2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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A Matter Of Time 6-15-09

That one specific day will come
when we will feel real dumb.
What do we know?
What do we really know?

One day we will pull off our mask
and to ourselves will surely ask,
"Where did life go?"
"Where did life really go?"

Hither, yon - possessions transfer
but as of yet - have no answer,
"What's the purpose?"
"What's the real purpose?"

With the barber, dentist, grocer -
our own funeral's getting closer.
"What seeds did we sow?"
"What seeds did we really sow?"

Our bodies rot, our souls will live.
Did faith endure? Did God forgive?
"Where do we go?"
"Where do we really go?"

Life is silly, so absurd
with all the things that we have heard.
"How low does it get?"
"How low does it really get?"

Does it go as low as hell,
if in our soul the Devil dwell?
"Does it make us sweat?"
"Does it make us really sweat?"

....that one specific day will come
when we will feel real dumb.
What do we know?
What do we really know?

Will on that specific day we know,
if our souls are really white as snow?
Will we be ready?
Will we be really ready?

Grace is here for everyone
but faith is only held by some.
Oh, it's just a matter of time,
we'll know this world ain't worth a dime.

What do I know?
What do I really know?
We, each other, simply mime.
It's just a matter of (God's) time....

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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