Form PAD 14

 A Shadorma

 

Good morning

In stillness, I write

Breathing in

Breathing out

Inviting inspiration

I think I need tea

A Song

 I was Dumber Then 

In the morning when I wake up

Regrets bombard my head

I think of the dumb things I’ve done

While I lay there in bed

Despite my knowing all mankind

In God’s eyes must have worth

I think of a billion blunders

Since the day of my birth

 

I was dumber then

I am wiser now

Despite my goofs

I survived somehow

If we all didn’t make mistakes

There’d be no key for delete

So many mess-ups

I know I won’t repeat

I was dumber then

 

In all my childhood and teen years

I just bumbled along

And finding out all of the ways

Something can go so wrong

I searched to find myself and path

With bruises on the way

So many failures, trips and falls

You will hear me say

 

I was dumber then

I am wiser now

Despite my goofs

I survived somehow

If we all didn’t make mistakes

There’d be no key for delete

So many mess-ups

I know I won’t repeat

I was dumber then

 

In marriage and parenting years

The decisions I made

They all did not turn out quite right

And dreams began to fade

I wanted my son and daughter

To have success and thrive

But thanks to the dumb things I’ve done

It’s a wonder, they’re alive

 

I was dumber then

I am wiser now

Despite my goofs

I survived somehow

If we all didn’t make mistakes

There’d be no key for delete

So many mess-ups

I know I won’t repeat

I was dumber then

 

Yesterday I spent much money

To improve my own health

But the only thing it achieved

Was to increase their wealth

I believed a long commercial

That they offered online

Now, I am thoroughly convinced

I will say no next time.

 

I was dumber then

I am wiser now

Despite my goofs

I survived somehow

If we all didn’t make mistakes

There’d be no key for delete

So many mess-ups

I know I won’t repeat

I am wiser now

Problem PAD 13

 

Giving God Our Problems

(2 Kings 1:16, I Peter 5:7)

 

At times, we may think,

big or small,

we don’t want to bother God

with our problems.

 

Maybe He’s so busy

with the entire world

that He doesn’t care

about little ‘ol us.

 

But we don’t realize

that it bothers Him more

when we don’t commit

our problems to Him.

 

It shows our lack of faith,

not trusting that He loves us,

which He had proved

by sending His Son

 

To bridge the gap

between us and Him,

paying sin’s penalty

on the torturous cross.

 

So I aim to lay my problems

at His nail-scarred feet

and trust that He will help me

work them out in His time.

 

 

Set PAD 12

 

Jitters

 

I’m getting all set to read a poem at church. Fighting feelings similar to what I had in high school giving an oral report, when I prayed that my constitution would fail me and I’d pass out in front of everyone, but no, I was too healthy. No, it’s not that bad, as a senior citizen, standing in front of a loving congregation. I just need to convince myself that my words are worthy to read as an act of worship to a wonderful God, that they’re not just a bunch of fluff, and that God is in them and able to speak to the listeners. After all, He did use a donkey to convince Balaam not to curse Israel, He can surely use my poem.

 

Fighting the jitters

Setting my mind on the Lord

Ahhh, He brings sweet peace!

Home PAD 11

 

The Irony of My Home

 

Some may wonder

if my home is so special

why I want to leave it

and wander the world.

 

Funny thing.

Home is more home to me

featuring ornaments, paintings

and photos from faraway places.

mini PAD 10-3

 

A silver road

Curved through the golden forest

Beckoning me to come along

Mini PAD 10-2

 

The trees dressed in white lace

Danced with their partners

Reflected in the lacy lake