Poetry

Wrote this one during our vacation to the beautiful Oregon coast.

Ocean’s Rhapsody

The ocean’s a majestic place-
     a constant mystery.
Fertile home to abundant life
     where nature’s wild and free.

She fills me with great wonder, as
     she changes with each phase.
For just one moment she is calm,
     the next she’s filled with rage.

She sends her waves upon the shore,
     crashing through each tide.
Eroding what stands in her way,
     she considers not our pride,

As gusts of wind spin tiny grains
     blasting the world with sand.
So fierce the beauty of the shore
     she answers not to man.

God set her motions into place,
     her power He proclaimed.
Eternal will her rhythms flow
     not ever to be tamed.

Yet in her passion there is peace
     that calls upon the soul.
It soothes away the stress inside
     with each tidal ebb and flow.

With sunlight dancing ‘cross her waves
     such calm she gives to me.
She sings out loud a lullaby-
     the Ocean’s Rhapsody.








Darkness Slithers

When temptations come along in life
    Here’s what you ought to do;
Flee fast away with all your might
    To God’s word you’ll be true.

For if you try to stand your ground,
    You’ll lose and fall to sin.
Temptation is where evil’s found,
    It seeks your soul to win.

Drawn to our darkest hidden parts
    It enters our heart’s door.
Casting vile spells and poisoned darts
    It slithers ‘cross the floor.

But fear not if you call His name,
    Your King will save the day.
The truth of God’s word still remains;
    In love He’ll make a way.

Then safely exit you may go
    The way out's made for you.
Temptation just a beaten foe,
    Its hunger now subdued.

Yet do not rest as if you’ve won,
    This battle never ends.
But through God’s mercy and His grace,
    You will conquer it again.








Wrote this for my friend when she had her son. It has been published.
Turnaround

Turnaround a baby cries
    As he enters our world so new,
Bringing hope, dreams and promises,
    Fresh as the morning dew.

Turnaround and see him play
    Exploring his world so bright.
His crawl turns into a running walk;
    Wings grow, he takes to flight

Turnaround he coos and smiles
    And gently grips my hand.
Turnaround he laughs and cries
    Quite suddenly a man.

Try as we might to fight the tide
    That marches ever on.
We can never stop the season's change
    Dusk will always follow dawn.

Yet, I know no matter where we are
    He'll always be my one.
As I turnaround and see him now,
    This precious child, my son.
   







Wrote this as a tribute to my brother, Michael. My sister read it at our private memorial where we scattered his ashes in the bayou.


Brother, Friend

When I was but a child you were my hero,
Protecting me from all my childhood foes.
We'd laugh so sweetly when we played together.
You'd hold me tightly when the road was low.

Time marched on with many things changing.
As the years rolled by, I came to understand.
Although to me, you were so very special.
You weren't a super-hero just a man.

Now the time has come to leave each other.
Know as we say farewell it's not the end.
For though we've chosen different paths in life to travel.
In final judgement, I call you brother, friend.