Juxtaposition of Grace
The glory of God, the weakness of man
God’s weighty, radiant, holy glory
Try to imagine the two if you can.
The glory of God, the weakness of man
Finite, simple, sinful, but for the plan
The two united in Redemption’s Story
The glory of God, the weakness of man
God’s weighty, radiant, holy glory
Energizing
Never underestimate the power
of walking hand in hand
with someone you love
through swaying, singing pines,
twittering birds
and fragrant breezes.
I Do, I Did, and I Am
My voice has always been soft and low.
As a child, adults would often tell me,
“If you don’t speak up at your wedding
the preacher won’t be able to hear you
when you say I do and you’ll stay single.”
I don’t know why they thought of that.
But there have been many times
in forty-six years of marriage
that I wished that on that October day
I would have kept my voice low.
No Enthusiasm
No zip, no pep, no verve,
Today, I will observe.
No perkiness, no zeal,
Lethargy is real.
No vim and vigor,
No spice or vinegar,
No ambition, no drive,
I scarcely feel alive.
I’m like Uncle Joe
Amovin’ kind of slow
at the junction.
I can barely function.
My get up and go got up and went.
My energy is fully spent.
My to-do list? I won’t do it.
My goal today: to get through it.
On Second Thought, Maybe Not
I made my lengthy to-do list,
All on the night before.
I got up and had my breakfast,
But feeling rather sore.
My head feels like it’s pounced upon.
My throat is itchy, too.
It feels like swallowing a ball.
My nose is full of goo.
I think about the things need done,
And feel a bit of dread.
So I will reconsider it,
And go right back to bed.
Us
The poems of poets vigorous
Can sometimes be most rigorous
And what makes us contiguous
Is that we can be ambiguous,
but creativity is not exiguous
