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

Time Will Tell

same breeze different day
same heat different summer
same vision different decade

time cannot alter God’s plans
or promises
time only makes God’s promises
come true

time is

another reminder of your love
for those who believe in you
another reminder of your love
for your church
another reminder of your love
for your people Israel

what is true and what is false
will be revealed by all the
promises of God in time

time will tell

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.