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WHEN THE CELEBRATIONS CEASE

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Inspired by the Story of Luke 1 & 2, this writing makes parallels with our world today...
WHEN THE CELEBRATIONS CEASE

When the birth of a joyful season gives way to the next cold winter day When the courage to live your dreams and hopes are deflated by King-sized anguish and wonderings When the diligently searched for baby-perfect beauty is adored and worshipped, but then disappears When the certainty of the path winds to feel like one of exile When the burdens of life become the most significant events in the world When future hope and comfort are destroyed by trickery and fury When gifts of kindness, joy, and peace become lost in boxed thinking and wrapped in paperwork. When special care and wise words for the Mary and Josephs, the poor, the rejected, the homeless, the powerfully hungry fades to the voice of the power hungry When the joy and warmth eye-witnessed in embracing loved ones dulls to cold receptions When the prophetic past conceived in us is obscured by fear raising voices W…

MEET ME ON THE PORCH

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Meet me on the porch.
We'll ponder our words,
Search our wondering hearts, 
Linger longer together,
And slow this dizzy life. 

Let's search the hickory limbs 
For baby raccoons tumbling over mama
And robins songs bathing in bushes nearby
While the moonlight crawls up the sky.

Rest your lemonade on the rocker 
And silence the world's noise to
Coneflowers flowing in the breeze
And cars' dust shadowing the lane.

Meet me on the porch.
We'll ponder our words,
Search our wondering hearts, 
Linger longer together,
And slow this dizzy life. 


We make a wish list of dreams 
From our hopes for tomorrow. 
Talking too much, maybe not enough,
About the cares of yesterday.

Our slowed down rocking 
Teases life to stop for a second.
We step off life's merry-go-round 
To come sit quiet together, so













Meet me on the porch.
We'll ponder our words,
Search our wondering hearts, 
Linger longer together,
And slow this dizzy life.  

The dim lights near the door 
Beckon us to stay just a bit more.
The fans' whir …

CHANGES BRING CHANCES

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I wrote this poem for my sister who claims she loves my 
poetic versing and wished I would write a poem for her.

Change Brings Chances
New winds sail across the waves Like a breeze lifts wings in flight.
A resting head on a shoulder Dreams of sunshine tomorrow.
Tears blur the lines on the page But clear the heart of pain’s shadows.
Cause change brings chances, No dice roll odds to lay down,
Just boot trekking dew mist ground,
Searching a new path to be found.




WHAT'S BIRTHING IN YOU?

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Feeling the birthing pains...

When there's a stirring of the leaves and the flicker of a flame in the heart that begins to howl like the wind and roar like a lion, your soul battens down the hatches to weather the changes coming. 

Living the same won't be the same living in the days to come.

It's the purposed knowing deep inside of the Spirituals sung on the cotton fields that may be disguised but refuses to be beckoned away.

It's when the dry, weary, empty, cracking souls bleed blood red like falling leaves from barren trees that the harsh, cold, numb reality of tradition must flesh anew a birth.

What's birthing in you?

We faintly hear the whisper to believe what's growing inside. 

We might begin to squirm with the subtle moving inside for the anguish of deserted dreams.

We might stop breathing for fear of trusting unchartered plans.

We might spin dizzy at hearing warrior voices slinging shame and delivering glory.



What's birthing in you delivering?

We might feel the…

OUR COUNTRY SONG

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When your husband asks you to write him a song, and it comes in the early morning hours.
OUR COUNTRY SONG 

There's a way to write a love song
Without the whiskey and the whine And people crying all the time
Built on a life that’s holding strong
Keeping the fire burning all along We may not make it famous
But our love writes some good lines
I gave you my heart right from the start
You're my Tim and I'm your Faith
And this is our country song

Take my tea and your lemonade
To that old rocking porch
Share a story of the babies
When they rode a rocking horse
Walk the beach hand in hand
Pulling secrets from the sand Remember all those places Water erased our footprint traces
There's a way to write a love song
Without the whiskey and the whine And people crying all the time
Built on a life that’s holding strong
Keeping the fire burning all along We may not make it famous
But our love writes some good lines
I gave you my heart right from the start
You're my Tim and I'm your Fait…

TIME---A SACRED THING

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Time--A Sacred Thing
Sitting still and quiet, Empty folded hands, Legs stretched out loose, Crossing hearts Sharing this sacred thing
Deep inside numb tears lose Holding churning emotions still, Draped in the will To get these moments right Sharing this sacred thing
Heavy expectation hangs With hearts that wish The days to keep turning, Trapping our will To share this sacred thing
Without our willful nods, The clock keeps tap ticking As the chasm widens Between here and now And time and eternity
Sun beams saturate the hard floor To soften misty eyes, wondering if Our close distance to eternity Could pause this living
To share more of this sacred thing