Said and Sung

I’m sitting
in the heat
sweltering
heat

not chasing
the dreams
that got
away

but

dreaming the
dreams of
old age
yet

to come

these dreams
are better
than the
ones

that missed me
that flew by
that never
landed

because I have
had to wait
so long for
them

I can only
repeat what
has been said
and sung

you know
young or old
we wait and
hope

for

the best is
yet to come

Know

I sat and
watched the
surgeon’s skill

as his scalpel

cut across
the growth
on my thigh

I winced with
pain near the
bottom of

his cut

he injected me
a few more times
and continued

his cut

obviously this
reminded me of
my frailty

and of what I
already know

know

without a doubt
that life is short
and

know

that there is a
God on high

Look Up

I thought I really decided
what I had to do to bring
my lifelong malaise to

an end

but now I am not so sure

that’s okay because I will
continue living my life in
the shadow of dysthymia

that no one but me knows
is always there no matter
what I do or where I go

so I will continue to
know joy pain and sorrow
laughter and tears all

at the same level where
dysthymia and I live on a
line that runs just below

and parallel to normal
whatever that is

if you are like me don’t
forget this secret

I can look up and I
know God who lives
above the lines looking

back at me and in God’s
eyes I am loved and
special no matter what

look up

Imagine

a form of utopia
is always popular
or desired but

it can never be
real as its origin
is the human mind

it may be fun to read
about in a book or
make a great movie

but it will never
come true

because the highest
hopes of humanity
for humanity

will always be

less than the tiniest
hope we have in what
God has already done

in Christ risen our
blessed hope incarnate
anything less will end

in a dystopian future
for humanity they
couldn’t possibly

hope for or imagine