when life throws
you a curve ball when you least
that is when the
coach puts you in to bat
he spits then
looks you straight in
just get on base son I’ll do the
you nod and in
your mind you are on deck
your life in a game you’ve
still you want
to belt it out over the fence
or out of the
park just this once
as I sat outside
a gentle breeze
washed over me reminding me of
God’s peace that
is with us during our trials on this
day but God is with us in our
pain and sickness
even if it seems to never let up
faith is our relief
reminding us that He will never leave
us nor forsake us
another light breeze
of fresh hope swirled past me as I sat on
the patio in the late
it has taken all
day for the sun to shine no solace for her pain
a pain pill and a
patch may bring her some relief lupus and faith fight
At some point I stopped
listening to music. For me it was someone else’s joy.
Someone else’s story.
Not mine. Abuse of any kind stops the music
of your life.
My LP records sit on a
shelf. I thumb through them from time to time.
I can’t play my music
CDs either. I don’t want to revisit a life of abuse.
Songs stir memories
I rather not have. But I long for the sweet and
joyful interlude that
was written only for me.
[Author’s note: FYI, there is an exception. I have a group of CDs known as my car music, e.g., The Manhattans, Huey Lewis, The Commodores, to name a few, that I listen to on and off. But they stay in the car.]
we talked in the still
of the sun God listened to every sigh and cry
In my mind, that place where fantasy
and I meet, I watched wave after wave crash on the shore. I saw heartache
after heartache wash away the lines
in the sand. You can’t cross a line if it isn’t there, can you?
I looked up at the dunes. I saw a big
woman waving to me. “Come on!” she waved with one hand while the other
kept a large floppy sun hat on her
head. On the beach the sand was hot in the midday sun and the water was
cold but there was always wind on
the dunes. Her light sundress blew against her side and back.
I started to walk up the steep path
from the beach to the dunes. I lost sight of her where the path zigzagged
as I neared the place where she stood.
When I got to the top, it became clear that the woman was me.
As I laughed and sighed, I looked at
the beach. I saw a little boy playing alone in the sand. He looked up.
There was something about him that
said he always plays alone. As I waved, “Come on!” I knew that the
skinny tanned little boy was me.
the ER waiting
room made a long day longer and our love heartfelt
it happened quickly
I sneezed like my father more like him than I like
there is life on both
sides of the window is another lie
the little boy didn’t
believe it because no one saw what he
saw through the window
he saw fear and pain
on both sides of the window
no one could hear
him or see him on his side of the window
my thoughts don’t match how
I feel or vice versa so I remain hopeful