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.
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.
A spider dances
On a silken web
Death to the unawares.
Faint vibrations
Across the threads
Lunch is being served.
A pirouette, a one step turn
An inside kick and pause
Dancing on gossamer strings.
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 . . .
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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