Find Rest
His yoke is
easy, His burden is light.
The weary and
burdened find rest.
His ways are just,
true and right.
His yoke is
easy, His burden is light.
In Him fears
and worries take flight.
His intentions
for you are the best.
His yoke is
easy, His burden is light.
The weary and
burdened find rest.
Easy
We often wish things would come easy,
Flowing smoothly, light and breezy.
We become stronger against resistance.
It takes effort to go the distance.
The higher the goal, the harder the trial,
Makes the struggle all worthwhile.
Difficult
D oing things yourself can make things tough.
I ntricate problems may show you’re not enough.
F ace the grim reality, you need a helping hand.
F ighting hard, you try to understand,
I t gets tricky when you’re all alone.
C omplexities of life, can knock you off your
throne.
U ntie your knotty troubles one and all, by reaching
out and making a call.
L ife gets problematic. On whom can you depend?
T horns aren’t so thorny when you have a
friend.
Our World
Tightknit world
Mostly lived inside the house
Looking out the windows
While doing dailies
And day dreaming
Of escapes
Our Conversation
He and I
Explored in deep, dark places
Stalactites, stalagmites
High roof to stone ground
Got all muddy
But unscathed
Our Yard Covered in Snow
It’s the first snow of the year,
A little gloom, a little cheer.
Trees covered in delicate lace,
but shoveling I can hardly face.
How long will this winter be?
Will we be stuck inside indefinitely?
Will I get more done inside the home?
Take more time to write a poem?
Will I learn that new dance routine?
Will I paint a landscape scene?
Will I read or write the books I started.
Lord, help me not grow fainthearted.
But appreciate the snow’s beauty.
To be grateful, my honor and duty.
But Lord, please can this winter be mild?
Sincerely, from Your hopeful child.
Half State
I get into what I call a half-state during
those
times I’m sleeping but I want to be up.
My mind gets stuck where dreams
and reality collide. It’s near hallucinating.
I see, hear and feel things that aren’t there.
Once when I could hear my family in the kitchen
I was in my bedroom dreaming a fish
was in my bed. I yelled for them to get it out
but they
just laughed. I was furious
and hurt that they wouldn’t come help me.
One time I dreamed there was a dwarf in my
cupboard.
One time I dreamed that my friend and I were at
church.
I told her that this wasn’t real I was in a
half state.
She laughed. I asked her what church we were
in.
She couldn’t tell me so I knew it wasn’t real.
Sometimes I feel my cat sleeping on me
years after the cat had died. I had so many
of these dreams that I’m learning to deal with
them.
When I lay down I tell myself that it’s okay
to sleep however long I want to.
Even my mind isn’t something that’s dependable,
I must trust in the Lord to keep my sanity.
