love – Shift Key

Haiku 4.21

how sweet is her love
as I change and grow how sweet
is her loving touch

You are in a sailboat
out on the water far
from the familiar.

The wind ceases. It is
so quiet you can hear
yourself thinking.

The only other sound
is the water slapping
the sides of the boat.

You pray.

Common sense would
dictate that you row
the boat home.

You can if you want.
Faith grows choice by
choice.

Spiritual sense would
dictate that you wait.
You choose to wait

and pray.

There came a whisper.
“Sail on, sail on.” Then
came the wind.

got an email phone
usage report for
last year

holy smokes
we sent 11,333 text
messages

maybe I sent a few
hundred
tops

says a lot doesn’t it
I mean doesn’t it

my eyes got heavy
as I closed in on a thought
the two never met

a thirty-year-old would
have never thought
what I just thought

I am convinced that
when you get older you
have older thoughts

which made me thank
God for life today as I
thought that it is

highly probable I have
purchased my last car

as I watched squirrels jump
across the yard I remembered

that God’s grace abounds and
God is greater than any system

of government or the people
in it or under it and yesterday’s

riots will be long forgotten like
tomorrow’s headlines

night comes in under
the treetops reflecting the
the last light of day

a new year of hope
to simply savor the gift
of life in God’s peace

hope looks forward not
back as surely as the sun
will rise tomorrow

for some Christmas thoughts
linger resting in the hope
of Easter ahead