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

“Ifs” and “Whys”

If the world was flat
I doubt that I would
have anyone to remember
or anyone to thank.

But thank God there is
a God.

If God didn’t bring my
father through World War
Two, I wouldn’t be here.

Life is full of “ifs”
we don’t understand
and we can only ask

why.

If George hadn’t died
from ground fire in
Vietnam at liftoff…

Why?

Today I remember a
lifetime of “ifs” and
“whys” and give thanks.

Just This Once

when life throws
you a curve ball
when you least

expect it

that is when the
coach puts you
in to bat

he spits then
looks you
straight in

the eye
just get on base
son I’ll do the

rest

you nod and in
your mind you
are on deck

fighting for
your life in a
game you’ve

never won

still you want
to belt it out
over the fence

or out of the
park just this
once