June 7, 2012 Shannon Family Reunion

Right On Target 

 I wish I could see

a bird’s eye view of the United States

today and tomorrow

as planes, vans, rental cars

head from the north, east, south and west

and converge on Sedona, Arizona

like arrows to a bull’s eye.

Family Reunion.

Poetic Asides Camp

Camp

C arefree days

A spens, a quivering roof

M arshmallows toasting on the fire

Please pass the chocolate and grahams

Camp

Creatures in the night

Aware

Midnight

Predator. No, only a raccoon.

Camp

Careful,

All, there

May be a scorpion in your

Pillow

Writing to God- God is with me

God is with Me

They shall call his name ^“Immanuel” (which means, God with us). Mt. 1:23 

When to-dos are in a muddle

God is with me.

When I feel befuddled

God is with Me

Though my days are in a mess

And I feel depressed

I always will confess

God is with me.

When nothing comes out right

God is with me.

Or the answer’s not in sight

God is with me.

Though things aren’t exactly hopping

And I don’t feel like popping

His love won’t be stopping

God is with me.

When the world makes no sense

God is with me.
Or when life lacks suspense
God is with me
Though life takes its toll
And I have no control
He will make me whole
God is with me.

Writing to God Past Stories

Tiny Footprints of a Big God

You have proved Yourself

over and over in lives

throughout history—

Miriam, Mary, Rhoda.

You often worked

in the bitty details of life—

tambourines, songs, doors.

Help me see Your hand

in the minutia of my life

and rejoice knowing

You love me, even me.

Poetic Bloomings In the Air

Snap, Crackle 

It’s in the air

like lightning ready to flash,

Pressure

Tension

Stress.

But I’m going to think

Butterflies

Gurgling creeks

Laughter.

For what else can I do

when writing deadline

and first day of summer vacation

is in five days?

Writing to God

Footprint

I am very human

and my time here on earth is short-lived.

So many generations have passed before me,

with their cares, concerns and troubles

which were all-important to them at one time--

but now aren’t even memories.

Yet, they left their mark.

Our lives reflect a lot of decisions they made

and the way they lived their lives.

Lord, help me live in such a way

that I leave a positive footprint—

a footprint that many future generations,

if there are many,

will be glad to follow.

Children's Poem

A Girl Named Nell 

There once was a girl named Nell,

And though she could color well,

Her drawings were quite a sight,

So caused a story to tell. 

When she drew people she knew,

Kids didn’t know what to do.

They said it wasn’t quite right

When folks were red, orange or blue. 

Teacher says, Nell would explain,

It matters not in the main

If skin is brown, black or white

To care about skin is vain. 

Color is all what I think.

Skin can be purple or pink,

Striped, polka dot, dull or bright,

Nell said with a smile and wink.