How does one solve the God-given problems
of illness, old age, disability, and poverty?
These are for us to become who we were supposed to become,
and to learn to love the way we were meant to love.
These are designed to stop us in our pointless pursuits,
and engineered to point us in another more meaningful direction.
These are not problems to be solved or overcome,
but they are the lessons that lead us to an understanding of the problem.
These bring us to life's edge where we strain to peer in to the other side,
and they allow us to look back at life from a better vantage point.
These are not life's obstacles;
They are its very essence.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
My Path in Fall
Those beautiful
yellows and browns
obscure the path
beneath my rounds.
But you, path, are still
mine, and as such
unchanged you are
where my feet touch.
Changing colors
precede decay
and then, their shield
is blown away,
revealing what
I knew at birth;
and as I aged
I'd learned your worth.
yellows and browns
obscure the path
beneath my rounds.
But you, path, are still
mine, and as such
unchanged you are
where my feet touch.
Changing colors
precede decay
and then, their shield
is blown away,
revealing what
I knew at birth;
and as I aged
I'd learned your worth.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Peace
May I never sing
with the chorus of the shrill,
or blend my voice
with the angry throng,
or lend my name
to those that mock.
What pretended nobility
enlists such to its cause?
What imagined virtue
requires its volume?
And what manner of justice
can endure its presence?
with the chorus of the shrill,
or blend my voice
with the angry throng,
or lend my name
to those that mock.
What pretended nobility
enlists such to its cause?
What imagined virtue
requires its volume?
And what manner of justice
can endure its presence?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Katherine (for Stefany)
Those toes, but stubs of pinkish tone,
poke out of the blanket’s grasp,
and though wanting for a warmer home,
are too beautiful to wrap.
And fairer hair I have not seen,
than the threads that grace my child;
what once was parted, tied and bowed,
now rests both free and wild.
Gazing on those sleepy eyes,
the smiling cheeks, pursed lips, pinched nose,
I trace the lines and memorize
Dear Kate before she grows.
poke out of the blanket’s grasp,
and though wanting for a warmer home,
are too beautiful to wrap.
And fairer hair I have not seen,
than the threads that grace my child;
what once was parted, tied and bowed,
now rests both free and wild.
Gazing on those sleepy eyes,
the smiling cheeks, pursed lips, pinched nose,
I trace the lines and memorize
Dear Kate before she grows.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
For Our Sake
Seeing man's inconsistency,
of wisdom, wealth, and strength,
we ought to learn that these do not,
can not a savior make.
we ought to learn that these do not,
can not a savior make.
"You can not tell me what to do",
we shriek, then lovingly
Our God replies, "No, I will not,
but grace I offer thee."
we shriek, then lovingly
Our God replies, "No, I will not,
but grace I offer thee."
Professor, Confessor, Parent and Pastor
That one we called oppressor
We learn again, as childhood ends
was really our protector.
The Downhill Path
The downhill path
offers no resistance,
spurs velocity,
promises access.
But,
exalted views are lost,
exalted views are lost,
speed destabilizes the actor,
and freedoms give way to entropy.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Counselor
Do you wish to alter me?
Is my sincerity in question?
Are you uncomfortable with who I am?
Would it be better for you if I were different?
If my happiness is the object of your change,
if my freedom is your motivation
and my excellence is your ultimate design,
Now you may teach me.
Is my sincerity in question?
Are you uncomfortable with who I am?
If my happiness is the object of your change,
if my freedom is your motivation
and my excellence is your ultimate design,
Now you may teach me.
Monday, February 28, 2011
What did you see?
Just paces from the highway
a new life pushes free, while a freed life decays.
One leaps forth from provident roots,
as another submits to the earth.
Who knows, who sees, who cares or dreams?
Driver or passenger, tasked or untaxed?
Only we who doubt the finality of race's end,
and choose instead to seek the vision of the seers.
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