it is one of
the things
I like least
to do ever
that is why
I call it
end of year
filing
Adjusting to Life's Changes with Hope… Through Poetry, Haiku, and Commentary
it is one of
the things
I like least
to do ever
that is why
I call it
end of year
filing
I stared at the page
I stared into space without
a thought in between
the weather today
is like a still life painting
only God could paint
the sounds of silence
grew louder than the drone of
a fan and my thoughts
the reason for the season is
not a cliché
it is a simple reminder of
the deepest truth of all
time prophesied by Isaiah
“Therefore the Lord himself
will give you a sign. Behold,
the virgin shall conceive and
bear a son, and shall call his
name Immanuel.”
the reason for the season is
not a cliché for Immanuel
means God is with us
late poems come between
I can’t fall back asleep and
I go back to bed
the trees took their cue
from the cold snap and
their leaves started
their silent descent
I think this is our first
gray day of winter
even the streetlight is
lost in the sky behind it
which made me reflect
I have never blended in
or stood out not that it
really matters
the weather and the
changing seasons never
depress me but it is
the wind that reminds
me of where I have been
and my failures in life
which are the stepping-
stones between the
victories along the way
and the victories to come
when you hold my hand
every clock in the world stops
for you touch my soul
it was an unseasonably
warm day until a
fresh breeze
kissed me
cooled me
refreshed me
much like your love that
has sweetly penetrated
all barriers
natural or otherwise
melting the secret snow
around my heart
our love defies age as it
is not bound by time
since it has neither
age nor time
when a system is under
the law and not grace
the system is broken
when a system is broken
the people go around
the system and if that
system is the church
pray for the walking
wounded who long
to hear truth and not
error and long to be
free of political
doctrines that can never
solve spiritual issues