Saturday, June 20, 2026

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!

Friday, June 19, 2026

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.

Thursday, June 18, 2026

mini PAD 10-3

 

A silver road

Curved through the golden forest

Beckoning me to come along

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Mini PAD 10-2

 

The trees dressed in white lace

Danced with their partners

Reflected in the lacy lake

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

mini PAD 10

 

Frothy ocean edge

Wriggling snake-like on the sand

Tickling our bare toes

Monday, June 15, 2026

Blank but blank PAD 9

 

Adventurous But Cautions

 

I approach adventures thinking

the guides don’t want me to die

any more than I do.

I need to be relatively assured

that though I may be testing my limits

that it won’t be my last hurrah.

I depend on someone

who knows what they’re doing,

rather than my own skills.

And with a prayer

I take the leap,

brave the waves,

explore the depths

climb the heights

hike the trails

and be thankful

when things go well,

and I have a blast,

stretch and grow

and am ready

for another challenge.

Sunday, June 14, 2026

paranoid PAD 8

 

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.