Yesterday’s Poem

I looked just above
the tallest tree to see
if the clouds were moving

they are floating ever so
slowly to the west while
my thoughts drift along

with them looking forward
to the time when the Lord
returns

because we could meet the
Lord in clouds such as
these on a day like today

when yesterday’s poem
will have been the last one
I ever wrote

By and By

the sun casts the faintest
of shadows across the lawn
in the afternoon lull
between rainstorms

my mind does not rest in
these peaceful moments
but continues to ask
questions in the hope of

answers to prayers so long
repeated so long lamented
so long hoped for all in
God’s time

For God’s time is greater
than my own but how sweet
it would be

Satan’s emissary can be as
small as a fly spreading
the littlest lie a fiery
dart aimed at the heart

but just then as I held
on to what I know I heard
the church bells strike
three to remind me that

I belong to thee even if
I die before the fly and
the answers will come
in the sweet by and by

Not Far Behind

It got dark at midday when
the first thunderstorm hit
and bright sun followed.

But not for long as the
fourth thunderstorm of the
day just passed over.

It is the start of hurricane
season so it is easy to
think of doom and gloom.

Will our new fence hold
this time?

Talking faith on a sunny
day is one thing but on a
day like today you hold

your breath and pray the
Lord will bring us, our
house, and fence through,

not to mention the swaying
trees and swinging power
lines. God is our provider

and refuge as the weather
becomes a true test of faith
with hope not far behind.

Just This Once

when life throws
you a curve ball
when you least

expect it

that is when the
coach puts you
in to bat

he spits then
looks you
straight in

the eye
just get on base
son I’ll do the

rest

you nod and in
your mind you
are on deck

fighting for
your life in a
game you’ve

never won

still you want
to belt it out
over the fence

or out of the
park just this
once

Fresh Hope

as I sat outside

a gentle breeze
washed over me
reminding me of

God’s peace that
is with us during
our trials on this

another difficult
day but God is
with us in our

pain and sickness
even if it seems
to never let up

faith is our relief
reminding us that
He will never leave

us nor forsake us

another light breeze
of fresh hope swirled
past me as I sat on

the patio in the late
afternoon

But Not for Me

the wind is moving sweetly
from a tree here then over
there dropping a whisper

here then over there but
not for me like the song
of the same name

even so a gentle breeze
touched me to remind me
that hope is never lost

only momentarily forgotten
but always within reach of
a believing heart and mind

there was a time when I
thought that hope was for
everyone else but not for me

The Sound of the Wind

I was sitting outside in my new chair
for the first time. It was a Valentine’s
Day slash birthday gift from my
sweetheart.

I wasted as much time as possible
because I could easily sit in this
lounge chair for hours on end.

I read my Kindle on my phone which
is a different book than on my
Kindle. A book I had forgotten I was
reading.

I opened a crossword. I closed the
crossword; my mind wasn’t up to it.
I was content that death may not
be coming today.

Which made me think as I listened
to the birds, a time is coming when
I won’t hear the birds anymore or
the piercing sound of the wind.

I am holding on to a thread of faith
that says God has the power to do
all that he has promised.

I wait eagerly for what lies ahead
even when my faith is too weak to
see anything but the sound of the
wind.