He kept on singing right on cue,
“‘Let me hear you whisper that you love me too
Keep the love light glowing in your eyes so blue
Let me call you sweetheart I’m in love with you’”
My parents said we had to go
We moved to places high and low
At the car I heard the prayer
Of Grandpa and Grandma Sinclair
Innocent I did not know
How it hurt for them to see us go
I did not see them ever again
They were sweethearts to the end
Love is Water is Man
Let me be clear
My frigid and hard heart rages
My misty eyes trickle
Steamy angry beads of sweat sit upon me
Rain falls upon my heart
The mother of life saturates
She cleans and heals as she soaks in
My heart is no longer muddy and heavy
Love’s conduit flows in
To the lowest places water flows
It disperses and gently rises again
I feel calm redemption
My eyes are dry
Rage is drowned out
Clouds are reborn in the sky,
Ever ready to quench the thirsty iniquities of mankind
Green Eyed Monster
Green eyed monster looks at you and thinks about himself
Green eyed monster sees your worth but puts you on a shelf
Green eyed monster glares at you; he won’t look at the “us”
No teamwork here
You must stay clear
He’ll toss you un’ the bus
Green eyed monster looms and waits for you to make an err
Green eyed monster watch you fall and smirk ’cause he don’t care
Green eyed monster wants to hurt, destroy what you have made
Your pretty castle in the sand, he kicks it in the shade
Cling to God and all His love to get you through these times
Stay true to form
And brave this storm
When you can see these signs
Remember that you’re not alone the angels ever near
To keep the green eyed monster back
And catch your every tear
A Friend
Be fearless and be bold
Help another when they’re old
If you care then you will see
True meaning of life’s empathy
Be that person who
Is not a lie but true
Stay gentle open kind
A friend is what you’ll find
Being a Nurse
Nursing school was finished then, but I was just a kid
I tried to take good care of you
I really truly did
As I grew, there ensued more knowledge in my mind
I added to the mix in me, the friend, the care, the kind
I hope you got back on your feet
I hope you got to heal
I hope I squelched the scary part
So fears you wouldn’t feel
It is my job, my given place
To be there just for you
So you can go on well with grace
Bless all with what you do!
Loving Friend
You might think this life is but a journey
And your time is coming to an end
Yet you fear still holding on to traveling
I will be there, to be your loving friend
As you try to hold on to those memories
While the sun is slowly going down
I know you care, so deeply for your loved ones
You’ll find new life, the folks before you found
You can rest your heart, know God is near you
He will send His angels to your side
You will leave this world of which you’ve traveled
Returning home, as oceans are the tide
Underwater Angel
I held the hand of a woman as we walked out of the sea. She was newly dead and confused but I was not. I was her guide. We walked along the sandy bottom. We looked up at huge waves with hues of light beaming through the green and deep blue waters. I somehow reassured her while clinging tightly to her hand. We said nothing. She wondered how we breathed and how we could see. She had recently drowned but I was there for her. On the shore we tirelessly emerged into the light of eternal day. There were sparkles of shimmering lights amidst indescribably beautiful rainbows of color. Total pure love surrounded her. Reunion with her family was overwhelming as tears of joy gently returned to the sea. I will be there for you too, should you need to walk out of the sea.
Johnny Cash Goes to Jamaica
The “Man in Black”
Drank some Jack
A few nights in a jail
Fame made him rough
Celebrity stuff
Unopened piles of mail
“These cities, they will break ya!”
Said a voice, “Go. Don’t look back.”
So he traveled to Jamaica
(Flag of yellow green and black)
There seemed no thing in common
Of the singer and the sand
Johnny foreign to the Brahman
And the people of the land
Good thoughts did fill his mind
Wisdom in his newfound tune
His music soft and kind
Some love songs for his June
He listened to the voice that said
“This life is not for you
Go to a peaceful place instead
And get to know Me too”
Christmas Eve at the Hospital
The charge nurse yells down the hospital corridor to me, “Della, you’re getting one from the ER. Williams..Room 234.. Stroke.. DNR.. ER calling report!”
After hearing report, I realize the DNR indicates he would be in the ICU otherwise. He is likely to die, “circling the drain, outta here.” Mr. Williams is atop a gurney being pushed by transport to room 234. He is lifted to the bed. He’s a thin black man who’d given a complete meaningful sermon this Sunday morning. Today is Christmas Eve. He’s had a blood vessel “blow” in the brain and cannot talk. I ask the polite family to help me determine this man’s medical history.
The family reports that the ninety-three year old man was walking this morning. They say he was happy today. They tell me he wore a spiffy suite as he delivered his spirit filled message to his congregation (I envision the people singing Amazing Grace around noon). Mr. Williams has a relaxed affect. He opens his eyes now and listens. There is a gleam in his eyes as he makes effort to smile when he understands his current situation. His face reflects happy anticipation.
His eyes close, his breathing slows; his hands are being held by tearful loved ones near. He gently passes on. I thank God for the privilege and opportunity to witness a child return home. Mr. Williams teaches us to be ready, therefore fearless and glad to pass on to glory.
Great is Time
Time is like God’s spirit dove
Something that we lose track of
Uncontrollable as earth’s creation
Time is friend and your frustration
Light years planets spin above
You can’t buy it, just like love
Time is all about perception
Fast or slow in self deception
Be “in the moment” take your time
Think you don’t have it? -“moral crime”
Share and give it, again like love
Can’t be contained as skies above
Older folks you’d think they’d learn
Los
e track of time, they can’t discern
“What time is it? What is the day?”
Heaven measures another way
They’re closer to the place they’ll be
Where time becomes eternity
Empty Nest
A day in the springtime month of May, I destroyed the beginnings of a nest the local birds were building, mostly because of the mess they made on the handrail of my balcony. The two birds immediately began rebuilding. I tore the twigs and mud down a second time. Nonetheless, within a week a bird’s nest was complete, firmly nestled in the corner raft of the balcony’s overhang. I gave up trying to eliminate it.
About a month later, I heard the calls of baby birds. They would scream tiny screechy yells every time I would slide the glass door open. I loved to sit on the balcony, watch the clouds and clear my mind. I watched the parent birds come and go with food for the baby bird’s open mouths. There were four babies. Sometime later there were only three babies and I wondered how that affected their family. The parent birds consistently arrived to feed. I found myself cleaning up the poo and regurgitated slop they all produced. I enjoyed them. I even made a video of the babies’ skinny necks and triangular beaks popping up and yelling. Nearly two months had passed. I realized they’d soon be ready to fly.
It was late July. I stepped through the sliding glass door and found the parent birds standing in the nest alone. They were still and quiet. Father bird covered the mother whose face was tucked in his wing. I realized their life was not unlike my own. I felt shame remembering that my earlier behavior had created even more struggles for them. My children had gone their way, and I too had an empty nest.
I Hear the Rain
My ears are perked because I hear
The rain that falls above my pier
So gently dropping from the sky
No wind to sway where raindrops lie
I strain in pleasure wondering who
Can hear the rain drops like I do
They slow and stop their present rate
As if while driving hit the brake
Soon the sun emerges through
The drops of rain they become few
Another time the rain will fall
Quenching Mother Nature’s call
His Word
“Your word is a lamp to my feet.” Imagine walking in unfamiliar land before sunrise. You need a flashlight. You need “a lamp to your feet.” Psalms reiterates in the same verse, “a light for my path.” Look again at “Your word.” This simply implies advice. His wisdom relates to which way you should go. In the essence of analogy, do you take a left, a right or do you keep going in the same direction? Take time to be still and ask for the advice. You may not even know what you’re doing exactly but you are making this awkward effort to listen to God.
The angels probably giggle like we do when we watch babies take first steps. Eventually those babies run! So get started trying to listen, we don’t need to be the one doing all the talking when we need a lamp to see where we are going. You will get the nudge, the thoughts will enter your mind, follow them. Read what you are led to read or talk to who you now think you need to. He’s the best consultant you’ll ever have! “The path to anywhere begins with the first step!” Light it up!
Happy Writer
I am a happy writer
So much I have to say
Like the poem about a spider
You are reading here today
I sit down and I grab my pad
My pen is in my hand
I write about the dreams I had
Or sometimes take a stand
I hope my inspiration
Be introduced to you
To give you inclination
To be a writer too!
The Path
The path before me I see. I travel this path by experiencing the valleys of woe and hilltops of joys. I remember the now unchangeable terrain behind me. This path leads me to a mountain. There is no way around it. As I get closer it begins to block away the sun; it is so massive. At times I slip and stumble as I rise to thinner air. I plan but still I make mistakes because I’ve never climbed a mountain. Perseverance becomes clear. Tears, faith and prayer are my companions. As I reach the top of the mountain, I behold a smooth and sunlit slope. I continue along the path taking the lessons of the mountain with me. Up ahead I see a bend preceding complete uncertainty but I feel confident. Now I am prepared.
Philosophical Thinker
Philosophy is quite possibly the most defined word in the universe yet its meaning is not fully understood. This is the essence of philosophy. “Is the glass half full or half empty?” This is a common analogy to pessimism verses optimism.
Philosophy is responsible for the advancements in science, astrology, math and physics to name a few. Philosophy has formulated complete cultural behaviors in all regions of the planet.
Philosophy is as individual as we humans are. People are frequently entranced in a philosophic conversation for hours in which banter and debate roll on based on one idea.
All the great minds have engaged in the study of philosophy. Philosophy is the mother of all thinking. It is our search for wisdom. It is the basis of all theologies.
Philosophy sounds like God. Why should it not be? It is a part of who God is. There is no subject, situation or tangible thing that is not affected by philosophy. Do not be afraid to step out of the box!
Checking Out
The old man didn’t feel so good
He went to Dr. (thought he should)
Driving, This is worse than gout!
Not sure what all this pain’s about
Parked the car he pushed the door
In seconds he was on the floor
The old man really freaked them out
Checking in when he checked out
No one could say “goodbye” to him
Cause he checked out when he checked in
My Utopia
Not having any awkward vibes
Accepting there are varied lives
Forgiving all who insult me
Understanding they don’t see
Talking to inspiring souls
Attaining all my unmet goals
Never feeling like I’m tired
Meeting people I’ve admired
Rejoining with my peeps who die
Realizing death’s a lie
Watching blazing sunlight’s gleam
And colors that I have not seen
Reassured that all is well
For me no darkened place called hell
Resting in the arms of Him
Who “lets me slide” of all my sin
Rewinding life so better be
The next time I can clearly see
Knowing I am not alone
His Spirit with me where I roam
To My Readers
Good people, I thank you for trying something new. Thank you for opening yourselves up to a new author who stimulates interest in what life is all about. I know there was something in this collection that you could feel deeply. You’re welcome. You also know how much someone else needs to hear a piece of it. Please share it. I feel that God, whomever he /she is to you meant for you to hold this book or read it on line, to nourish your soul. I hope you consider my writes food, like antioxidants or something. Thank you for opening your soul to life more abundant.
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