Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Morning Prayer

Sad

Feeling the loss
The loss of decency
Of love, of freedom
Of mutual respect
Of camaraderie
Of friendship
Of peace
Of hope
Of joy
Lord, please restore this country
To loving You
And loving others

Monday, February 8, 2016

Addictions

Addictions

Lots of fun
Cost, control
Addictions

Trapped and bound
No more fun
Addictions

Jesus, help!
Free me from
Addictions

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Power in Numbers

A raindrop
A snowflake
A sand grain

By themselves
Miniscule
Powerless

But combined
With others
Powerful

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Bref Double

Focus

The troubles of the world weigh on my soul
But it’s the little things that get me down
Someone forgets to shake my hand at church
A friend I’ve never met dislikes my post

I feel so out of whack in my life’s role  
At times I feel I’m just about to drown
I wish I could go back and start again
But I’m not sure what I regret the most

The problem is my focus is on me
I need to turn my eyes upon my God
And then all things would slowly turn more clear
As I am comforted by His sweet Ghost  

My God alone can make me right and whole
He is the cure for woefulness and frown 

Friday, February 5, 2016

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Change

Heart flutters
Dull ache throbs
Time crawls on

Past flings fade
Barren moods
Far off light

Follow path
Time will tell
Willingly 

Thursday, February 4, 2016

tricube plus memory

Nebraska Red

Buzz in air
Fun event
Play to win

Thick traffic
Sea of red
Roaring crowd

Fans transfixed
Solid pride
Corn Huskers          

I remember
my sister and I
leaving home
in a U-Haul van.
Dad gave us jumper cables,
probably realizing
what kind of car
we’d be driving
through Nebraska winters.
He pointed to the red clip.
“Remember, Go Big Red is positive.”
That’s when Nebraska enthusiasm
began to breath in my soul.
I didn’t even like football.



Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Poetic Asides Anticipation

Expecting 

Anticipation is
time giving birth
to a darling.
But sometimes it’s squalling,
ruddy and, dare say, ugly.
Yet whatever is born
from that anticipation
you feed it, bathe it,
and change its diapers.
Then you watch it grow
into something lovely.