The Apple on the Tree

it started with I want and
continued with I can

at first it seemed so simple
to choose to do something
I wanted to do

I have the freedom to do so

but when our spiritual vision
becomes blurred we cannot
see that every choice we

make ends in life or death

because all I could see was
what Satan wanted me to see
so beautiful so sweet that is

the apple on the tree

The Bird Sang

It is getting colder and
rain clouds are pressing in.

There was one bird singing;
I thought it was for me but

he stopped.

I don’t have a song today.
I long to sing a song I love.

I will sing again but not today.
The bird returned singing a
new song:

“When your breasts are full
and your hips are wide, you
will laugh and sing.”

I wondered if the bird sang
to me.

Into the Void

a lovely summer day in the middle
of winter and before a deep freeze
hits us this coming weekend

my thoughts are far from here
preoccupied with dreams
unrealized hopes unfulfilled

new thoughts and dreams tip my
world off of its axis but the Lord
has brought me through worse

the sound of a train whistle brings
me back to the here and now as
my thoughts chug forward

when my spiritual discernment
is at an all-time low God’s
unfailing love spills into the void

Was Me

In my mind, that place where fantasy
and I meet, I watched wave after wave
crash on the shore. I saw heartache

after heartache wash away the lines
in the sand. You can’t cross a line if
it isn’t there, can you?

I looked up at the dunes. I saw a big
woman waving to me. “Come on!” she
waved with one hand while the other

kept a large floppy sun hat on her
head. On the beach the sand was hot
in the midday sun and the water was

cold but there was always wind on
the dunes. Her light sundress blew
against her side and back.

I started to walk up the steep path
from the beach to the dunes. I lost
sight of her where the path zigzagged

as I neared the place where she stood.
When I got to the top, it became clear
that the woman was me.

As I laughed and sighed, I looked at
the beach. I saw a little boy playing
alone in the sand. He looked up.

There was something about him that
said he always plays alone. As I
waved, “Come on!” I knew that the

skinny tanned little boy was me.