Thinking of You

When storm clouds gather in strength
and midnight swallows the day
When days grow longer in length
and we do not know how to pray

When skies are a thickened brass
and the doors of heaven are shut
When the aching refuses to pass
and each memory a razor's cut

Numb as your senses grow cold
Another note to endure
A prayer or hand to hold
offering victory, hope or cure

My friend I have not a clue
of the strain, the hurt or the stress
and all that you've been through
To try to make sense of this mess

Though there's no sheep in the stall
and there be no fruit on the vine
We wait for His grace to fall
and rays of hope to shine

Her Lavishing Way

Love's so-lavishing way has kissed me true

With her lips ever softly touching my

Cold cheek, and my red-so-sorrowful eye

Her breathing, her lips of loving, they ever pursue

My lowered-so-lamenting eyes and they subdue

Each falling thought and tear; till they comply 

To whispers of Her sure and sweet song. My reply,

Of lifted eye and lip I now embrace and renew.

Standing On My Tiptoes

This wanting beyond to simply know

An eager upon eager desire

To question these feelings of wonder

Hunting down these rumors of a Glorious One

Leaving no stone unturned til I embrace This Beautiful God

Hot on the trail of He who is hot on the trail for....Me?

Peering into every corner and hole into this great Mystery

Following the scent of the One who is to be savored

To dive and delve into the depths of He who has no ceiling or bottom

I will watch and wait for His coming

With a breathless expectation

Standing on my tiptoes waiting for He Who is Ablaze...Aflame...

Stinker Pop

Words alone cannot express

All the strengths that you possess

Whether times are bad or good

Faithfully by us you have stood

Through difficulties beyond counting

Through all the pain ever mounting

You have been a faithful man

Since our marriage first began

You've stuck it out and put all first

With steady hand and heart...through the worst

You have been a faithful man

And all of us your biggest fan

May this day bring you joy

One this world cannot destroy

Happy Birthday Stinker Pop

May you always end up on top!!!!!

When God Moves

I once realized

Realized that love moves

Moves in felicitous ways

Ways that ambush

Ambush hurting hearts

Hearts broken and heavy-laden

Heavy-laden and yearning rest

A rest beyond rest

Rest that lies in You

You are the Healer

The Healer of the broken 

Broken hearts which need your fire

Your consuming fire of love

A fire of love that moves and moved

Moved one day when I realized

Realized that love moves-when God moves

All At Once

One day he slipped through my fingers

His ten-year old fingers

That once intertwined with mine

Now anchor into his hair

One day he slipped through my arms

His ten-year old arms

That once embraced with mine

Now hug his knees in fear

One day he slipped past my eyes

His ten-year old eyes

That once gazed at me with joy

Now are red and filled with tears

The Fire in My Brain

How do I put out this fire in my brain?

Medicate it

Hospitalize it

Set a canvass ablaze with color

Sit in front of a specialist

Deny it...Avoid it...Reframe it

Rationalize it...Label it

Scream

Run

Satiate it with food and fun

Spew forth countless ryhmes

Wallpaper my brain with images

I did all the above and they did not work

The one thing that did work was the one thing needful

To sit quietly at home before the face of God

How do I put out this fire in my brain?

Only He can.