This is the me I run away from The broken one The yearning one Wanting to be alone Yet running scared
A breather Much needed Rescues me From the running And I rest
Sometimes We are so busy We forget What living is The gift of life Taken for granted
Yesterday Is no more Yet its lessons Prepare us
Today Is all we have What we learn Protects us From when tomorrow comes And today Becomes another yesterday
We learn to teach, And teaching, learn, A perfect circle Symmetry But to learn We need to listen And listening needs silence To truly understand
Lessons of the heart Require silence Total surrender Of time and space A place To absorb To learn To accept
Who I am Who You truly are Who I am In You
You Gave me life You are the air I breathe The blood in my veins Giving me life The essence of every thought My very intellect Selfhood A gift From You The author of my life
Bid me remember When the traffic returns When life gets hectic once more That I may be distracted But You remain
Whether the sky is blue Or rain pounds the door Snow blanketing the ground When the leaves fall Dancing gracefully Pirouetting to the ground You are there In it all And through it all Your love hallmarks Everything
All I ask Is You bid me Call me To rest Your whisper In the tumult of life
“You are mine I am Your God, Rest in Me”
Let me shelter In the shadow of your wing Until the journey is over And you call me home
For most people, an instrumental peice of music is relaxing, a chance to zone out.
For me, certainly for quite a few peices, instrumental music clicks a switch and words pour out. Most of the time, I can’t keep up with it. Tonight was no exception, I think I broke my standing record of 5 one after the other, I think it was 6
After 30+ years of writing, I should be used to it happening, but certainly that number, always catches me by surprise.
The strangest experience has been that, lately, I don’t really feel the poetry the way I used to. Those who know me know of the fraught time March 2010 to September 2011 was. Suffice it to say the family was pummeled with illness and my dad didn’t make it out, he died 3 March 2011 and life literally has never been the same
The six poems are here on the site and are listed below. Just click on the name of the poem you want to read and it will take you to it.
What Lord can I give you Broken as I am? In total surrender I turn to You
Author of my story Teller of my life You, my lord, in glory And I in my strife
Teach me you are present there In all the pain and rage When the people gathered see The anguish on my stage
Bid me come to you and hold me in your hand Your love is eternal, stretching o’er every land Bid me rest in you, and let my cares be still For they fade away in the light of day Yet your love never will
When the fears taunt me Bid me come to you And when night terrors scare me so Father, love me true Till the break of day