Felt like soccer ball
With opposing teams
Poised to kick
Bicyclist
Pumping uphill fast
Dog follows
Enjoyment
Harmonious comradeship
Enthusiasm
Peculiar
9 But ye are a chosen generation, a royal
priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the
praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvelous light;
(1 Peter 2:9 KJV)
The people of God
May seem a bit odd,
But with God as the Dad,
We can’t be all bad.
Our commission from above
Is simply to love,
Shining the light
Amidst the night.
So even if it’s out of fashion,
We’ll praise Him with passion.
Weird
W hacky, wonderful, weird
E xtraordinary, many tiered
I nteresting, peculiar, strange
R eally bizarre and apt to change
D ay by day and that’s okay
“Well Written”
W onderful words
E ncouraging writers,
L etting them know that readers
Liked their words.
W riters feel
R ewarded for their
I deas, hard work and
T ime put in
T o creatively
E xpress what’s on their heart. “Well written,”
N urtures their creative souls.
Well, Where Next?
One of my sisters and I,
We travel together
In many ways,
We’re birds of feather
We’ve been to Scotland
Ireland, England and Wales
We’ve been to France, Kenya
St. Augustine with tales
We just got back from Italy
And then I get her text
With a link to a tour company
Asking, “Well, where next?”
Wellbeing
As I did yesterday
All the Lord asks of me
Is to have a little faith
I prayed for your spirit
To trust God above
To look to your Father
For forgiveness and love
I prayed for your soul
To be well fulfilled
Embraced by happiness
With nothing concealed
I prayed for your body
To be healthy and whole
Free of aches and pains
As age takes its toll
I prayed for your mind
To be pure and clear
And to not be entangled
With confusion and despair
So look for these answers
Since I prayed for you
And I have this hope
That His promises are true
I prayed for your wellbeing
As I did yesterday
All the Lord asks of me
Is to have a little faith
Disorientation Frustration
I got back from my trip three weeks ago,
So you would think I’d be back to my routine.
But I’m still way behind on my to-dos,
And it doesn’t help to drink more caffeine.
It’s not that I do not have enough time.
Perhaps my mind is still in Italy.
Or maybe I am a bit too spoiled,
Since cooking and cleaning was done for me.
After touring Venice, Rome and Pompeii,
Seeing castles, riding boats and the like,
Perhaps my daily life seems a bit slow,
So maybe it will help to take a hike.
I know I will soon get into the flow.
But next, again, I’ll be longing to go.
Interpretation Frustration
I paid a lot for hearing aids.
So I expect to hear each word.
There seems to be some missing ones,
And it is getting quite absurd.
So did she say do not or do?
To meet on Tuesday or today?
Is this the way he said to go?
Or did he say the other way?
With just a word or two things change.
Did she say she fought the new cat?
Since there has been a stray about.
Or perhaps she bought a new hat.
It doesn’t frustrate only me,
It messes with everyone’s mind.
When they have to speak more clearly,
Attempting to at least be kind.
I wake up feeling surly
My mind acts a bit whirly
We set our clocks back
It’s like an attack
I’m getting up too early
Advice
A dvice is best when
D erived from an expert. Also, a
V ariety of advice helps.
I deas, research, brainstorming.
C hoose wisely.
E veryone has an opinion.
The waitress demanded a tip,
and so he said,
“Look both ways before crossing the street.”
Love
L ove is choosing,
O ver and over, in a
V ariety of situations, to consider
E ach other’s wellbeing.
God is Good
Today would have been
my parents' seventy-fifth anniversary.
As it was, they made it to fifty.
We always told them to go for the gold.
They did and then they died.
I miss them and often wish them alive.
But with what is going on around us,
Mom would have worried.
Dad would have been mad.
Now, my husband and I
are going for the gold.
I never thought it would be this hard.
In two days,
it will be the seventh anniversary
of his second pontine (brain stem) stroke.
Our marriage was a love/antilove story,
but we’ve always been able to agree
on one thing, “God is good.”
Audacity of the Ex
A udacious to even come
U nintimidated by all around
D iscourteous to the bride
A nd the guts to come inside
C heeky, I’ve got to say
I mpudence on display
T he gall to greet her there
Y es, nervy, but with flair.
Glossophobia
Some speak of butterflies
More like alligators
Or tigers
Or monsters
Ready to eat me alive
Simply because
I said, “Yes, I will speak
for the women’s meeting.”
Stressed Out
I can tell when she’s ready to erupt
like Mount Vesuvius over Pompeii.
I take a breath,
speak in low tones,
and reassure her the world
isn’t coming to an end
just because I had asked her,
“When will you return?”
Correspondence with God
Each morning, though this may sound odd,
I write a letter to Dear God.
I thank Him for His gifts each day.
And that He hears me when I pray.
I seek His help in trials and tests.
And ask Him for some strength and rests.
And seek His grace for things I’ve done.
And pray for folks to love His Son
And when His answers are delayed,
It helps recall the things I’ve prayed.
Christmas Letters
So few write Christmas letters anymore,
But I still do, at least the years before.
I wonder then if I should call it quits.
When I send them, perhaps alone it sits.
My friends may tire from all the Christmas scripts.
Who wants to read about my special trips?
Or what my family’s up to through the year.
Or stories of the folks that I hold dear.
About my writing and the jobs I do.
About God’s love that always sees me through.
I think that I will write one anyway,
But stick it in my journal there to stay.
The Kitchen Clock
A homemade kitchen clock hangs on my wall.
The photos correspond with numbers all.
One is my sister Kathy with dark hair.
Two, Judy who goes with me everywhere.
And Linda, sister/friend is number three.
And the next one, number four, it is me.
My youngest sister Karen, number five.
My BFF, on six, no more alive.
And both my kids are there in seven’s place.
Next, hubby’s number eight with bearded face.
The house that we grew up in stands for nine.
Ten’s Mom when she was young and looking fine.
Eleven is my Dad in World War Two,
And twelve is Mom and Dad, and now I’m through.
A Photo of My Dad
He wears a wild black wig
which sticks out in all directions.
His tongue also sticks out.
Instead of a disguise,
the wig reveals
his silly side.
Having Fun
The witch on our porch.
Our only trick or treater.
“Have fun,” I said,
as I tossed a handful of candy
into her bag.
Then I heeded my own advice,
turned off the light
went back to my office
and worked a jigsaw.
Bedtime Prayers
Before you head off to dreamland
With pillow under-head
Thank God for what He’s done that day
And for your daily bread
Before you head off to dreamland
Intercede for your kin
And pray for those you met that day
To hear Him from within
Before you head off to dreamland
Tell Him what’s on your heart
And when you see the morning sun
You’ll have a lovely start
Note to Hubby
Before I leave, give me a kiss.
For only God knows what comes next.
That is a thing we should not miss.
It is what a loved one expects.
I know it’s sad, but think of this.
If it’s the last, think of effects.
Before I leave, give me a kiss,
For only God knows what comes next.
This kindness we will not dismiss.
I know you do not call or text.
Without a kiss, I may feel hexed.
And so, I will repeat with this,
Before I leave, give me a kiss.
Note to Self
Before you leave this morning,
Empty your back pack.
Put in a snack,
some TP and a plastic bag
Cough drops, water, tissues
A sweater.
Have a good breakfast.
Check the weather and the map.
Don’t forget your hat.
Put on your hiking shoes
And warm coat.
Kiss your hubby goodbye.
Have a nice hike.