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

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

Only in America

I didn’t feel like doing another crossword on my phone. I didn’t feel like writing another poem about the weather. I caved in and scrolled through the news on my phone. Instantly I was reminded of the many reasons why I seldom read, watch, or listen to the news anymore in any form. Even if I do scroll through the news, I only look at the headlines.

Over a dozen of the headlines reported violent deaths and hate crimes here—only in America—not in rest of the world, only here in America.

Americans are no longer free. America is not divided; it is beyond divided. It is imploding from being in bondage to uncontrollable hate and violence. So, the America that was, no longer is. You think it is but it is not.

The good character traits and human values based on God’s Truth that most Americans used to embrace and emulate helped America become one of the most civilized and successful nations on earth. That is no longer true.

No God, no peace. No God, no safety. No God, no truth. No God, no love. No God, no life eternal.

Along the River

the first of a string of cold nights
and mild days are a welcome
change

I am not outside at my usual
time so the stillness and quiet
are very refreshing

I can hear the drone of a lawn
being cut probably at the church
and a siren far away

add a loud bird and I think it may
be stereo another lawn being
cut on the other distant side of me

my tea went from sipping hot to
cool enough to gulp if I want to
with less than half a cup left

do you know what is missing
my steno pad as I opted to bring
my laptop outside for the first

time so my Namiki fountain pen
already a relic by age alone is now
a sure sign of my past

thirty-five years ago or so on a
day like today I’d walk from my
Kaserne to a bench along the

Nahe River to sit and fill a
notebook with all the woe is
me of the day and to pray

or cry

no cell phones and no PCs really
just a few word processors at
work using large CP/M disks and

floppies I think
about one sip of cold tea to go

you know the same God who
used to hear my cries then
as I looked out over the river

hears me now

I for one am glad that some
things don’t change and God
is one of those things

my father God has never
forgotten one of my tears as
we sat along the river

Who I Was

It is a warm seventy-five for
a day in February, with a
refreshing gust of wind from
time to time.

One street over, the same
dog that barked its head off
yesterday is doing it today.

I’d guess that it was the same
train that went through with
a different engineer because

the horn blasts were new. It
was two shorts and long. Rest
and repeat. Rest and repeat.

What came next I couldn’t see.
It came and went too fast to go
take a look. The sound of a

military jet was so ear breaking
awesome, I was ready to reenlist
on the spot!

For me, twenty years in the army
flashed by with the sound of the
jet. That dog is still barking.

Daily I am faced with the reality
that I can no longer do what I
loved to do so long ago and not
so long ago.

I must be content with the things
I can do now. As I have gotten
older I rather do more, not less.

The Lord knows our limitations,
but we serve a God who shows us
his unlimited grace.

I trust God will open yet another
door I now cannot see. The dog is
tiring. I, too, may be tired.

But I do not tire of your grace or
your love for me. Age has stepped
in but my time is in your hands.

By your unending grace, I can serve
you as I am now because you are
the God who made me who I was

with the knowledge of who I was
to become.

On Loan

I could not imagine what it was like
living without running water until
the other day when the pipes froze.

Then the rain came. The icicles on
every house in town started to melt
and running water returned.

But it was my recent tooth extraction
that reminded me how frail humankind
is. True, we are wonderfully and

fearfully made, but fragile. As I was
listening to the whir of the drill and
occasional cracking sounds, I was also

reminded I was never destined to be a
dentist. Not my gift. You see, whether
or not you believe in God, He is the

giver of gifts. All gifts. For example:

Two farmers are neighbors. One does
not believe in God; and the other does
believe in God. But God gives to both.

God provides rain for both of them.

Hence, it is apparent that my new
dentist and his staff are amazing and
love what they do. So, my dear reader,

be thankful for the skills and the gifts
you have. No matter how hard you
worked to learn to do what you do and

love to do, use your gifts well, because
God delights in excellence as they are
His gifts. On loan to us for a season.

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