Things Like That Happen

I walked her to her car.

“Do you think I can beat
the rain?”

I smiled, “I don’t know.
You and the rain are like
magnets!”

She smiled and drove down
the driveway.

Buckets of rain fell out
of nowhere as she drove
past our mailbox.

It was a five minute
downpour followed by
sunshine and sweet

breezes for the rest of
the day.

I couldn’t help thinking

things like that happen
only because you are
loved and very special.

Invisible Visible

prayer is the only
application of faith
that can turn

anxiety into trust
and trust into hope
when there are no

visible solutions to
the problems at hand

the act of prayer
invites the power of
God to solve the

unsolvable

I cannot see the
answer today but in
God’s time he will

make that which
is invisible visible

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

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

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