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.

If Trees Could Laugh

the trees and I
look at each other

if trees could laugh
I’d laugh with them

but

we are giddy over the
sunsets we’ve missed

lost in heavy storms
day after day

but today after the
rain there was a lull

filled with quiet and
peace that permitted

the children to come out
and play until dinner

or dark whichever comes
first

the sun is setting
unseen behind a cloud

filled sky casting a
dull light erasing any

shadows barely bright
and low in the western

sky making room for the
night when the trees

will dance and sway and
perhaps laugh because

I know

if trees could laugh
I’d laugh with them

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