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The Storm

The Storm


The winds of anger blow
fierce against me.
Cold sheets of driven rain
like tears sting my eyes.
Growling thunder strikes
terror in my heart.
I fear the deadly strike of charged
bolts of retribution.

I see the eye of the storm
approaching.
In it I see you walking
towards me.
Your hand extended in
forgiveness.
The violent storm is
suddenly gone.

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Border collies
highly intelligent-sometimes
two edged sword

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The Son

The Son

I follow the Son. The true Son
of the living God.
The light of the world, who
Illuminates my path.

The One who paid the terrible
Price of torture and crucifiction.
Whose river of blood and torrent of tears
Washed my sins away.

The One who defeated sin
On that ugly old tree.
The Son who defeated death
through resurrection.




The One who changed my life,
Taught me to follow the golden rule.
Love one another as one would
Love yourself.

He stripped the chains of selfishness
Lies and deceit from my soul.
Lifted me out of the mire
Of hatred of others.

Taught me not to set myself
On a pedestal.
That true humility is worth
Its weight in gold.

Doing for the least of these,
Sacrificing love of self
That is my goal.
I follow the Son

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The Bridge

The Bridge
Trees clothed in blazing yellows and flaming reds reach towards the sky in gentle supplication, preparing for their naked winter.  Fat orange pumpkins are last gasp of fallow fields. Warm, pleasant days give way to frosty nights. Apples give of themselves to make the sweet nectar that warms us. Bushy tailed rodents squirrel away nuts and bears grow fat in anticipation of the long cold season ahead. Time slows and matures as winter approaches.  Fall is that short bridge between frenetic summer and still winter.

                                   I am in the Fall
                                   Crossing that short bridge
                                   Winter grows closer.

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Jealousy

Your skin is dark green,
lying coiled, like a Mamba
ready to strike sinking its
venomous fangs deep.

You are the primary color
of human emotion. Ready
to burst forth in anger
and hate.

The depths of the soul hide
you like a fire pit concealing
smouldering embers, ready
to erupt in raging flames
consuming friend and foe.

It does not care. Destruction is
its goal.  Poison spreading through
the life of families, dissolving
bonds once held close.

Jealousy, you are hatred, pride,
malice, greed. Green is a warm color.
But not on you.

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Finding Joy

Finding Joy

I find joy
in simple
things of life

new mornings
writing poems
singing songs

I don’t need
fancy toys
nor much wealth

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Temptations

Temptations

Is it just my imagination runnin’
away with me or,
is my girl really leavin’ me.
I need her to stay and I’m
not too proud to beg to keep
her from goin’ out that door.

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Spring Is Here

tulips turn their heads toward the warm sun
they drink in the sun’s bright rays
springtime is here to stay

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Gratitude

Gratefully acknowledging
Rarely complaining
Actively engaging
Thankfully praying
Individually giving
Truly loving
Unerringly satisfying
Diligently practicing
Eternal living.

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Real Christmas

The Real Christmas


From Black Friday to Christmas Eve,
presents to purchase and wrap. 
Office and family parties, visits to relatives
platters of food and gallons of alcohol.
Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles
and twinkling lights.
Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios
and loud speakers.
Wreaths and decorations to adorn tables,
night stands, credenzas, book shelves.
Lights hung in strings so large that rows
of houses look like runways for planes.
Inflatable Santas, snowmen, reindeer and nutcrackers
compete for space in yards.
Nativities, pageants, plays special music
consume congregations.

Is this the real Christmas?
Or perhaps it is-
A silent night, two thousand years ago
in a dimly lit cave.

A babe wrapped in woolen clothes
lying in a sheep’s feeding trough.
Only shepherds and loving parents
in attendance.
An infant destined to change history.
The future savior of the world.