Category Archives: Poetry

The Voice of Christ

 

I heard the voice of Christ

Whispered on the wind.

He knows what I am thinking

He knows that I have sinned.

 

He speaks to me in dreams

His message oh so clear,

Live my life according

To the tenets He holds dear.

 

To speak His words to others

Is just and clear and true,

But live each day by His word

That’s the thing to do.

Forgiveness

 

He bore the cross

To pay for our sins

And what have we

Done since then?

We covet and kill

And pray to another

In the temple of money

We kneel!

But hope is not lost

He still believes

In the people we

Could become.

Ask for the sight

To see what is true

And pray that our God

Is forgiving.

Currency

A penny for your thoughts,

A dollar for mine,

Ten bucks to listen,

Sleeping is fine.

I’ll rant and I’ll rave

Off the top of my head,

If you pay me in bitcoin

It may leave you dead.

It’s dollars I crave,

Like a fin or some dough.

I’m not talking pastries

It’s money you know!

How sad that our world

Now turns on a buck.

If beauty’s forgotten

We’re all out of luck.

Times they are changing,

Not always for good.

I still hope for the best

If only we could . . .

The Shadows

We walk in His shadow

We live by His word

My life is a journey

With psalms I have heard.

 

A whispering call

Heard deep in the night

The hairs on my neck

Told me something’s not right!

 

No one is there

I am completely alone

But I hear a voice

With an ominous tone . . .

 

I hear it so close

The intention is clear

My heart’s in my throat

I am so full of fear!

 

Ghosts walk at night

The danger is real

As I draw my last breath

I suddenly feel . . .

 

A hand slipped in mine

He’s holding me tight

He’ll never let go

He makes everything right.

 

I walk in His shadow

As He stands next to me

My Lord is my shepherd

I am forever free.

 

Together we’ll talk.

The Lord is my shepherd

I shall not desire

But I do I’m afraid

I like to acquire.

Forgive me dear Lord

I’m not always good

I don’t always pray

And I know that I should.

The valley is dark

And the water is cold

Sometimes it is hard

To do as I’m told.

My cup runneth over

The wine is quite nice

Perhaps a Bordeaux

I wonder the price?

Forgive me my Lord

If I don’t measure up

I want to do better

To drink from your cup.

My child I can see you

I know just who you are

Your heart it is full

You’ll never stray far.

Your journey is mine

And together we’ll walk

And one other thing

Together we’ll talk.

In Earnest

 

The quiet of dawn

Was a wonderful spell

I cherish the moment

But I’ve something to tell.

Ginger, my friend, said

I think there is more

The sun’s in the sky

And we’re keeping score.

It happens in earnest

The day will begin

The peace of the morning

Is gone on a whim.

There’s breakfast and dressing

The others to awake

I hate to admit it

It’s not a mistake.

To pay for this life

We cherish each day

It comes with a cost

There’s no other way.

We must get to work

With crowds all around

Fighting with traffic

Oh, what a sound!

There’s huffing and puffing

And scurrying about

It happens each day

I leave you no doubt.

Exhaustion sets in

As you dream for an end

Counting the days

Till you can amend.

Fondly remember

The peace that you had

And know in your heart

The rest isn’t bad.

Quiet Peace

I rise in the morning

The sun still asleep

The moon has gone

From the sky

The cars are not growling

The sidewalks are clear

Even the birds still slumber

No cars horn are beeping

No shouting or calling

The rings of the phones

Are still silent

No planes overhead

No dogs underfoot

I can hear the beat of my heart

The breeze moves my hair

And kisses my cheek

And all is right with the world.

Thinking

What does an elephant think about

As he stands inside a zoo

What passes through his mind

As he’s looking back at you?

 

What does a pigeon think about

As he soars above the crowds

Perhaps it just a simple thing

As he plays amongst the clouds.

 

A single ant is scurrying

His job it must be done

The others they depend on him

The many and the one.

 

A crow is thinking, I can tell

He cocks his head at me

Is he looking at my lunch

Does he think it’s free?

 

Behind, beside and over there

Are those we do not know

But they have thoughts and feelings

Just like that silly crow

 

What does a person think about

And he looks upon another

Race and colour notwithstanding

Could he be my brother?

 

This crazy world that we call ours

We’re only tenants here

Mind your manners, p’s and q’s

Or next the end is near!

Recipe to Live

One foot behind

The other in front

Reverse and repeat

Please let me be blunt . . .

 

You are the pilot

In this thing we call real

But work needs to happen

In life that’s the deal . . .

 

It may not be easy

It may not be kind

But wonders are there

If looking you’ll find . . .

 

God gets the credit

For the good in my life

The devil gets the blame

For those moments of strife . . .

 

One foot behind

Now bring it in around

Keep moving forward

To the future you’re bound.