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Old Father

The father felt the warmth of his young daughterlying still, napping securely, snuglyagainst his side. He whispered quietlyto the child’s mother, neither wanting to wakeher. They were in awe of her beauty.Listening to her gentle breathing, they feltthe stillness like night owls over the nest.The father touched the child’s arm,and felt the newness of herContinue reading “Old Father”

The Only Road

Brake lights seen are often rare,Like red eyes in eidetic stare,All these corners never straight,Twisted by the open gate. Stop him!Hold him there!Pray upon life’s saving ride,A thousand tears I’ve cried. I’ve cried. A reading of my story tells,Other roads go straight to hell,Sibilate sounds lock wooden doors,But on this ride, will hear no more.Continue reading “The Only Road”

Images

Look close at reflections of candlelight,Watch them dance like bumblebees,Hear the fireworks of sparks and pops,Jumping ‘round in flames of glee. Look high upon their crowns,And low where nails drip red,Haunting metaphors in tiny fires,Crackling thorns on feet that bled. Reach in to touch these images,A charcuterie of meat and cheese,Smell the sunflowers of VanContinue reading “Images”

Stroke

Driving along, minding his ownbusiness, he fell through a dark holeand arrived in an unknown alley linedby wooden fences. The dark hole then pickedhim up only to dump him again; this timein a desert of hot, sandy hillswhere his arms were frozen to his sides.Finding his phone, he pushed the “God”button with his nose butContinue reading “Stroke”

Musical Stories

I often travel the catalogue,Of the music my life has played,A rock ‘n roll – rollercoaster,In chapter sequence arrayed. Mother baked pies and cookiesto a poem from the Dylan tree,Good vibrations of Beach Boys singabout time when time was free. Cruising around the drive-in,My friends are there as wewhisper words of wisdomfrom the Beatles’ LetContinue reading “Musical Stories”

Second Coming

Feel dirt and grime in tents of time,Hear prophecies of miracles told,Voices carried where desert winds,Blow breaths of spirits old. Walk miles of ancient sands a‘fire,Burning your eyes right through,Gaze upon the sandy dunes,To reveal his holy truth. Yon’ distant scenes of airy waves,Blooms once were said to come,Our savior plants the fallow land,His winnowingContinue reading “Second Coming”

The Play

Sound waves of thunder roll,‘Fore bolts of lightning flash,Tocar las campanas de Cristo,In gongs of wringing crash. Fill yourself with sights and sounds,Of nature’s propitious display,The fearful wonder of spectacle,Among gauzy clouds of gray. To whom do I owe this honor,But a viator from heaven beyond,The stage play written for me,Then from the sky abscond.

Cup of Coffee

Who knew such a simple thingcould give such lasting pleasure.I do love a cup of coffee, that sweet sensationof bitterness and joy, every warm sip like a sip of life.But the cup – it’s just a cup. Or is it? Ahh, well the cup is so much more thana keeper of a boiled, brown brewContinue reading “Cup of Coffee”

When the War Comes Home

I found out this morning that I am a real prayer warriorwith my well thought out prayers, learnedand parroted from scripture readings,church liturgy, and fed by the Holy Spirit.I throw in something personal from time to timejust to keep it real. I talk to Jesuslike a friend, a respected and loved friend,but just a coupleContinue reading “When the War Comes Home”

My Sports Team

If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be? I would have a soccer team of 8-10 years old girls. They would have red uniforms with pink trim. Their socks would be red with a pink print of a girl, hands raised in victory. Team name, “The Chick Kicks.” My granddaughterContinue reading “My Sports Team”