Monday, September 30, 2013

A Little Older Still

These days I tend not to act blindly.
It seems I've matured and think kindly.

My motives are pure,
even when sin tries to lure.

I strive daily to stay honest and humble.
I make an effort not to grumble.

Things don't always come my way.
"I am content," I've learned to say.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013


I want to drink you like a cold glass of water.
My blistered lips quiver at your sight.
Every drop of you is precious, bringing life.

Thursday, April 4, 2013


This Sunday I got the worst case of poison ivy I've ever had in my life. It showed up on my face Easter Sunday and grew progressively worse during the next 3 days.

My right eye completely swollen shut; I had little patients for anyone around me. I was irritable, uncomfortable, and upset... to say the least.

Finally, I broke down and went to a local clinic for a steroid shot.

As the swelling slowly went down I began to realize how foolish I looked. Not just my face and attitude, but during a time when my Savior sacrificed His life so selflessly, I spread my pain like poison to those around me.

I made sure I was not the only one to suffer from my ill health. Like a child throwing a tantrum, I festered in my misery.

And now, quite literally, my eyes have been opened.

I claim to love my God with all my heart and to obey His Word, yet I am so quick to turn when such momentary discomfort is imposed.

How small of a man am I?

God, I truly am a humbled man. Please take this poison from my veins that I may speak only life, rejoicing in your everlasting goodness and mercy!

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Calm Waters

Calm Waters...

The storm is past. Grey clouds, subsiding.
This peace I feel is exciting.

Content with my raft, I set off.
I can't see far but I know the river will guide me
I have to get to the middle so the current will find me.

"Waterfalls are rare,
large rocks, beware,
snakes and bears don't like to share,
and you're never to old to cry."

I make this saying into a song.
I play it over and over as I go along,
I play a game of "What Might Go Wrong".

Like an old Irish pub song, I belt out...

"There isn't a fear to be near,
they're all away from here.
But if I wake up with a wolf upon my back,
there isn't an ear that couldn't hear my screams."

Through the night until sunrise,
then I will find food.