Askew
So many things on which to stew.
There’s much today to misconstrue.
Perspectives tilt slightly askew.
I often feel a bit annoyed
With folks that are so paranoid.
I guess it’s how they fill the void.
They need someone like Dr. Freud.
By fearmongers they are employed.
They’re sounding like a bad tabloid.
Looks like they’re ones I should avoid,
But that may show their fears are true.
I’ll pray for them, that’s what I’ll do.
And leave them to their point of view.
Dawn
Dark and quiet
Tap, tap, tap
Laptop keys
Upon my lap
Look for words
That paint and rhyme.
This is how
I spend my time.
Early morning
Wake up call.
Winter, spring,
Summer, fall.
Darkness waits
For the sun.
What’s today?
A lot of fun?
Maybe so.
To work I go.
We Pray for Rain
In the southwest, there’s little rain.
Blue skies and pleasant days refrain,
But when it rains, we don’t complain,
Without a doubt.
In summer, when the fires reign,
It puts them out.
Ropes Course
I was glad
for the training
and for being strung up
like a marionette
when the rope
I walked on
swayed uncontrollably,
throwing me off,
and I dangled
among green pines
thirty feet above
the forest floor.
Prayer is like that,
a tether to the unmovable
so when you slip
you don’t slam
to the ground.
Friends Indeed
At times,
Friendships
Are born from need
The hen
That gets pecked to bleeding
By other hens
The puzzle piece
That seems to belong
To another puzzle
The wounded
Requiring crutches,
Bandages or surgery
The towel
That’s been through the ringer
Who needs sunshine and fluffing up
The summer storm
Blowing through
Searching for calm
The raging river friend
who sucks you in
to all of their busyness
Then there are friends
Who only bring a smile
The ones you aspire to be
They’re all friends.
But the latter—lilac fragrance
on a spring breeze
Regina
Reaching out with a smile
Even going the extra mile
Grace flowing thru generations
Interceding for the nations
Now and always, a true friend
And on her kindness, we depend.
