A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.


You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.


You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.


You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.


We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.


You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.


I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.


A Trusted Friend

I used to like to dance, she said
…And my seams were always perfect
on my stockings, you know

I couldn’t ask the other girls
they would have lied
My mirror didn’t lie
If my seams were crooked
it told me
When they were straight as an arrow
it told me

It didn’t play games like
those Czech girls
I could trust my mirror
Sometimes it told me
things I didn’t want to hear
like how short I was
or how scuffed my shoes were
but I could trust my mirror

That’s why I took it
with me when I moved

Published in: on January 25, 2011 at 7:47 am  Comments (1)  
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He Prays for Her

written for the daughter of a friend for her high school graduation

Her father’s friend long he’d been
They joined the Navy way back when
Different paths in time they’d take
Different choices they would make

And he prays for him
And he prays for him

As time went on their paths would cross
Children were born and parents lost
Her father told of his daughter sweet
Child that someday friend would meet

And he prays for her
And he prays for him

Church she attends by herself
Has Christian music on her shelf
Somewhere in his church she sits
Father’s friend, he knows of this

And he prays for her
And he prays for him

Her name is seen there on the list
A missions trip was her great wish
A touch from God, received while there
Her face he saw, as he heard her share

And he prays for her
And he prays for him

She’s grown up now a lady fine
Known as one who’s strong and kind
Her father proud of his daughter fair
His friend in part his joy can share

‘Cause he prayed for her
And he prays for him

Published in: on June 10, 2009 at 4:44 pm  Leave a Comment  

Life’s Colors Merging

Interweaving of stories
Twistings of plot
Moments of lives intersecting
forming celtic knots

Interconnecting circles
Life’s colors merging
Souls barely touching
Yet utterly entwined

New patterns created…

Fractals–building over time

Published in: on June 1, 2009 at 5:25 pm  Leave a Comment  

The Perfect Team

(Sharing Life, Sharing the Load)

The silence is deafening.
No voices, no music, no evidence of life.
Just me in my office sitting alone.

Never thought such a thing would bother me.
I’m a lone ranger, not needing a team.
This emptiness now, what is the cause?

I guess my dependence has changed somehow.
Tasted the goodness of great companions.
Sharing the work, sharing the dream.

I miss their chatter
Sharing our joys and sharing our pains
Complaints and laughter, tears and smiles

Who’s doing the filing?
Must be your turn!
It’s backing up, the piles are getting deep.

Are you sick?
Stay away from me!
Too much to do, no time off from work!

Now we’ve all gone our separate ways.
Only two left to carry the load.
Those must have been the good ol’ days.

Miss you guys.

Published in: on May 19, 2009 at 9:28 pm  Leave a Comment  

The Widow’s Herbs

A sharing of sorrows rekindles hope

A new widow came to the door of another
weeping and broken
crushed with the weight

Bitter herbs was what she had
unfulfilled dreams
tears and regrets
brought to share with a friend

She brought them with her
laid them on the table
foolish they seemed
not worthy of mention

Tis not true, the older widow said
These herbs are special indeed
If you look on my shelves
to the right and to the left
the same dark herbs you’ll find.

Yours are fresh and full of aroma
Mine haved dried with age
But the scent of yours and those of mine
each remains the same

And they shared their herbs,
the new and the old,
the losses, the tears, the pain
a new fragance entered in

And their hearts were lifted,
first one and then the other,
as deep wounds began to mend
Arms were linked in a common bond,
this would not be the end

Dreams again filled their minds
joys yet to be fulfilled
They talked and laughed side by side
comrades in life they would be

Eyes were set on future days
Plans were made for living
Wrapping each other in a warm embrace
Hope again rekindled

Published in: on May 4, 2009 at 6:01 pm  Leave a Comment  

From Walls to Curtains

Those walls of yours so thick, so high
Built slowly through the years.

They block you in and block me out
Protecting you from all you fear.

Who were the builders of those walls of yours,
made of pain and loss?

The stories some have been told to me
In times of simple sharing.

You were given to me many years ago
Handed to me for loving.

Patient and gentle I have been,
waiting and ever watching.

Fresh wounds are now upon your heart
Still tender to the touch.

I shared the pain and walked with you
As your heart was breaking.

Dear friend, as now you are known
Loved by much and many.

Tear down those walls that hide you there,
Replace them with a curtain.

Pull back the veil, let healing in
The balm of One so sweet.

His gentle touch has been in my hand
His love, that fills my heart.

Published in: on April 26, 2009 at 10:09 pm  Leave a Comment  
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