When I’m Allowed

November 11, 2020

I’ve been so long beneath this curse,
I pray it’s easing, won’t get worse.

What will I do when I’m allowed
To roam about, be in a crowd?

Some things I miss, can hardly wait
To give a hug, to congregate,

To freely mix with friends so dear,
To socialize, no guilt or fear,

Let others see and share a smile,
Take time to stop and talk a while,

Some leisure time, a breakfast place
With tables close, no need for space.

These common things seem long ago.
I pray that one day soon we’ll know

It’s safe to do the things we like,
No fear we’ll cause a graph to spike.

Time to Heal

November 10, 2020

The news looks good. A vaccine’s done.
Against the virus, have we won?

We have new hope, perhaps one day,
We’ll go outside, unmasked to play.

So many problems left to solve,
Will we emerge with strong resolve?

I think it’s time to end the hate,
Give thanks to God and celebrate,

Then plow ahead to heal our land,
Get on our knees, not take a stand.

The harsh debate’s been fierce and mean,
No middle ground, no in between.

Why must our choice be two extremes?
We’re torn apart or so it seems.

I’ve made my choice. I choose God’s way.
I choose the Lord, to Him I pray.


November 9, 2020

So who am I that I should write,
And hatch my words to see the light?

If I take time to write and share,
Will words take flight, go anywhere?

What makes some rhymes take off and soar,
While others fall upon the floor?

Is it the clever use of rhyme,
Or making sure words stay in time?

Perhaps it’s words shared from the heart
That sets the words and lines apart.

If words I write share what I feel,
And what I write for me is real,

Perhaps those words that I give birth
Have more validity and worth.

Shared ups and downs along the way
That form the words and what I say,

That share my pain or joy or hope,
I pray help others better cope.

Thuds and Duds

November 7, 2020

My goal’s to soar on eagle’s wings,
To capture thoughts that my heart sings.

Some days fall flat, I feel the thud,
The words don’t mesh, the rhyme’s a dud.

Even days the words don’t flow
I persevere because I know

There’s someone else who needs a lift
And I can offer them a gift.

Perhaps a word or two I write
Will help a heart to heal, take flight.

To share my heart, let others see,
To get a glimpse inside of me,

Perhaps will help another find
A ray of hope and peace of mind,

The hope that comes from God alone,
Through Jesus Christ, the cornerstone.

Take Time

November 6, 2020

To sit and watch a puppy play,
To see her learn to come, to stay,

Reminds me of my need to learn,
To read, to write, and to discern.

When I take time to read and pray,
To start off with the Lord each day,

I find it helps to clear my mind,
Reflect upon the peace I find.

He never promised troubles end,
But said on Him I can depend.

If I give thanks, in good and bad,
Regardless if I’m happy, sad,

And count it joy inside my heart,
I’ll have each day a brand-new start.

I thank you Lord I have your Word,
And know each day my prayers are heard.

Live Our Song

November 5, 2020

Lord help me reach inside of me
To find the songs and set them free.

So many songs inside my heart,
Each one unique and set apart.

I pray the words that I write down
Reflect the joy and peace I’ve found.

I pray my songs help others find
The person, Lord, that You designed.

Uniquely formed from all the rest,
Lord set them free to be their best.

We’ve each been blessed with gifts and song
For us to sing our whole life long.

Help me to live my song today.
Lord tune my heart and words I say.

I’m no one else, I’m only me.
I thank you Lord I’ve been set free.

Time Change

November 1, 2020

Another hour to reclaim,
I think this one will be the same.

It’s tucked away in dead of night.
I slept right through without a fight.

So many clocks to rearrange.
My body knows that something’s strange.

Internal clocks are hard to set,
Not just for me but for my pet.

Hard to accept that then is now,
It’s just not natural somehow.

Who started this, thought it was good?
Who were the ones who thought we should?

To me it seems a bit insane.
If all of us start raising Cain,

Perhaps they’ll end this yearly game.
It’s time we let time stay the same.

A Slower Pace

October 31, 2020

Remember days of carefree fun,
The smell of flowers, warmth of sun,

Relaxing in the perfect tree,
Or taking time to watch a bee?

A morning breeze, a gliding bike,
A stop by woods to take a hike,

Pine needle carpet ‘neath my feet,
A fallen log, I take a seat.

I hear the mockingbirds in song;
A crow decides to sing along.

A rabbit stops to sniff the air,
I make no sound, he’s unaware.

The pace was slow with time to play,
Another time, another day.

Perhaps once more I’ll slow my pace,
No need to rush, no need to race.

Choosing Sides

October 30, 2020

It’s time once more to choose a side.
Who can I trust? I must decide.

Both sides, through ads, I think have shown
That they are quick to cast a stone.

With messages of hate and fear,
Both sides proclaim the end is near.

Life’s full of issues to resolve,
So many problems yet to solve.

The road that’s smooth, that’s flat and straight
Is hard to find, we’ll have to wait.

Too bad we can’t all get along
Abandon hate and sing love’s song.

I pray that soon we can unite,
Work hand in hand and end the fight,

All come together, understand,
And find a way to heal our land.

Golden Visions

The snowy peaks, dawn’s early light,
An eagle spreads its wings in flight.

Those Colorado mountain trips,
Steep narrow roads, white knuckle grips.

The golden visions from the past,
They still remain, endure, and last.

An old abandoned mountain pass,
Now just two ruts hold back the grass.

A narrow rail, a shaft, a beam,
A lonely hut beside a stream,

The bygone dreams of wealth and fame,
So many rushed to stake a claim.

Abandoned towns, grey boards and dust,
The gold rush days gave way to rust.

The peaks remain, men live and die,
The tales live on from days gone by.