shuttle slips through threads
a soft rhythm of becoming~
pattern after breath.
on the loom of steady hours
her hidden stories take shape
Yankee-two-kilo
Yankee-two-kilo
Can you read me?
Y2K
The year 2000's on the way
The new millennium's almost here
To write January 1, 2000 will be weird
Star Trek's beam me up Scottie was
A far out idea
But now the space shuttle goes up
Several times a year
The crew of seven went up that day
(don't look up to watch it burn)
they had no fear, now their view from heaven
Is crystal clear
When January 1 comes will
My computer freeze?
Will I get my money from the
ATM with the greatest of ease?
Did I store any staples and canned
Goods to keep my mind at ease?
Will I be able to trade in the
Stock market as I please?
Y2K
Yankee-two-kilo
Calling all earthlings!
Come aboard
The space center on the moon is
Ready (it has so much more
More than you'd ever imagined before)
Don't look back to watch it burn
made a rebuttal
our poorly designed shuttle
do have to scuttle
As they traveled across the clear blue sky
At 16 minutes they said goodbye
Our loving God our sovereign King
Call them home to be with him
Now with Jesus the seven walk
They smile
they rejoice
They touch his face
They dwell with him in heavenly peace
At 16 minutes they said goodbye
And looked into the Fathers eyes
Yet in a moment Swift in time
Here on earth 1 million tears work right
They left behind family and friends
But God assures us we will see them again
So with hope in our hearts
And tears in our eyes
At 16 minutes we said goodbye
Written Feb. 2003 finally shared today.
The shuttle travels back and forth,
Grand Central to Times Square.
Since they’re the only stops it makes,
You’re either here or there.
The ride is barely long enough
For any thoughts to sprout,
‘Cause in a minute, maybe two,
The doors will spit you out.
But in my car today, there was
A sleeping man who reeked;
If he had used deodorant,
It long ago had peaked.
I wonder just how many times
He’d traveled forth and back,
Repelling all but those
Whose sense of smell they seemed to lack.
The city grabs your senses
In a way not very subtle.
The proof of that was there today,
Malodoring the shuttle.
Happiness
Is not the spawn of pleasure
And desire,
It’s not the child
Of satisfying need…
Oh, happiness
It’s not a lot of things
It’s not the smile of the sated
Nor the promise of more to come,
Happiness,
It’s not a lot of things…
But to me
It’s so much more:
Happiness,
To me,
Why… it is a feeling on my face!
When the muscles on my forehead
Relax, and my brows float above my eyes
And my eyes
They are set free
To see,
And my cheeks
Are free to stretch or pout
And my lips, they can curve up or down!
And I can see so much more
When that weight is lifted
Off my eyes
And happiness
Is all that I set my floating sight upon
And all that my roaming eyes behold
Is rendered weightless.
Maja, Noah and little Luke
all excited and looking so cute
with Mommy, Daddy and the rest of the clan
we grab the bags and pile into the van.
We leave the house just before dawn
Grandma stays back as we move on
on to the airport we’ve said our goodbyes
it’s just a vacation but I’ll miss these guys.
kids and luggage pile out at the curb
“You’ll have to move your van sir!”is all I heard
but I was in the moment missing them already
being grandpa I smile and keep myself steady
I’m just not ready to part with them yet
I need more time before they board that jet
“Sir you’ll have to move your van now!”
But I want more time with my kids some how.
Still I smile and wave and pull away.
I’ll see them again a week from Sunday
----We miss you guys---
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