My morning thoughts are crystal clear
They help discern why I am here
How shall I know the path to take
To live my life void of mistake !
My morning thoughts are crystal clear
They help discern why I am here
How shall I know the path to take
To live my life void of mistake !
Oh little lamb you are to me
A symbol of God’s charity
Your wooly hair and all your curls
Reminds me of our knits and purls
In early spring you sacrificed
So we’d have garments warm and nice.
A pair of soft and wooly socks
Or sweater set that really rocks
Paired with wool tights tucked in the boots
While shearling-gloved hands pulled up roots
You’ve mown the lawn there as you eat
And trampled turds with your hoofed feet
You’ve closer gathered when it’s cold
And seem to live to be quite old !
Summer days are drifted away
‘Tis time for fall to have its say
Before the winter storms each door
And new year springs one last encore,
It’s the wee small hours frighten me
When I must face what is to be
I accept there is no recourse
And from this world await divorce !
Well here I am alone at last
Safe from the winter’s stormy blast
A child of God too soon grown old
Who took the path not paved of gold
And followed Him along His ways
Until the ending of all days
And now I wait to learn the score
Has it been worth the waiting for ?
I’m told that justice is quite blind
In all the truths that man does find
She is the judge who may deceive
But yet the one most will believe !
How sad that she must blinded be
Throughout the world’s vast infamy
Unfaithful to her name indeed
And traitor to her precious creed !
We have been friends so many years
We’ve shared the range of joy and fears
We laughed a lot, we also cried
As family and pals have died.
We toughened up and made a choice
We chose to heed the calmer voice
For this scant time we each have left
Perchance to guard against its theft
As all that we’ve been wishing for
May help us reach God’s exit door !
There are those days I can’t explain
Why sunshine makes me feel like rain
Or why a rainbow in the sky
Compels one to begin to cry
There’s so much good I’d like to share
If only there were some to care.
But I’m afraid those folks I knew
Have disappeared, all but a few
And fate has stolen every friend
Too long before their life should end
It seems there’s great conspiracy
To hasten world propriety.
We’re relics of another time
Another place, another clime
There’s no space left for us to fit
We’ll have to make the best of it
While stating this we must resign
It’s over now we’ve no more time !
I press my nose upon the glass
And pray to God this storm will pass
We have been waiting ever long
The night moves on, the wind is strong !
When I was young I loved the sound
Of howling winds blown round and round
It made me think of Sherlock Holmes
Those scary stories, eerie poems
The moors, a place of mystery
And home to curiosity
I fantasized about Heathcliff
And often thought, oh my, what if ?
My life’s been full of books and things
They filled my days with fairy wings,
Now I am old, too old to fear
If life and death are moving near
And so tonite brash winds may blow
What changes if I stay or go ?
The sun invades the early light of morn
As each day doth pass from the dusk to dawn
The birds do exit from their hidden cleft
To search for morsels that each night has left.
While men must all learn how to face the dark
When times turn bleak and moments seem so stark
Take care that hope is not forever lost
Hold on to faith no matter what the cost !
Now who are we to judgement make
While this whole world does shake and quake
The time has come for all to see
The price of peace is never free !
Oh ladybug where have you been
What kind of trouble are you in
I see you there upon the floor
How did you enter through my door ?
You must have hidden in the greens
Because my windows all have screens
There is a question I must ask
It will not keep you from your task.
Oh little bug you move so fast,
The good you do is great and vast
Your species spreads around the earth
When will we realise your worth ?
Forgotten there upon the floor
Hair ribbons littered by the door
The smell of aftershave so sweet
It taints the taste of breakfast treat.
With crumpled socks all in a heap
Next to the sheets from last night’s sleep
A sorry mess that waits for care
Beside the dresser on the chair.
Because we have a mission here
That visits us just once a year
Our nation’s birth we’ll celebrate
No matter what we shan’t be late !
The soldier stands both straight and tall
He answered when his nation called
He put his dreams upon the shelf
And vowed to give both life and self.
He left his home, he went away
To learn to fight and save the day
His job was not to question why
But follow orders do or die,
And so he did and here we are
Upon the wall a golden star !
Let’s pray the memories we tuck away
Inside our hearts and minds will not decay
But must linger longer more than today.
Our memories reflect just who we are
And fill our days and lives with character
To help us reach for God’s elusive star.
I’d like to know the treasure futures hold
And if I should be smart or should be bold
Or how one’s whole life story will unfold.
Remembering displays both right and wrong
It’s where we were first taught how to belong
It is what makes us wise and keeps us strong !
We dwell upon this chaotic earth
With no understanding of our worth
We twirl about and chance fantasize
There exists much more than meets the eyes !
None but God knows the fabric within
That fosters depth and thickness of skin
And softens the odd thoughts that we think
On return from adversity’s brink.
God has the knowledge of all our tasks
And the simple truth is what He asks
To live with respect and do your best
Depend on Him to secure the rest !
Like talcum dusted on the ground
Unwelcome sight this morning found.
Those violets dozing on the hill
Awoke to winter’s caustic chill.
And just when nature seemed aright
It crept upon us in the night
Surprising us with springtime snow
And chilling winds that dared to blow.
The swirls fell down in gentle heaps
To linger where the crocus sleeps.
I walked among the frightened blooms
And wished I had a world of rooms
To shelter every tender waif
That seeks someplace to keep him safe.
Time needs a friend when life is cold
And love needs hope as dreams grow old.
Each lonely blossom free from fear
Will flower with a joyous cheer
To flourish in the sunshine’s kiss
And value life’s eternal myths
That promise spring will give new birth
To scores of seeds that earn their worth.