Travel through time
to meet loved ones again
Only valued
When they depart
Look around
Why don’t we start
Normally late
Appreciate
dear darlings
close and away
from today
…
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Loving Deeply
It is impossible to love deeply without sacrifice.
—Elisabeth Elliot
If You Could Know My Mother
I hope someday you’ll come to know
The mother whom I treasure so.
You’d love her just the way I do,
And I’m quite sure she’d love you too.
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I know this is an American holiday, but I would like to wish a Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there, wherever you may live.
Acceptance
Once he was mean to me
Hurting me not with hand
But with a bladed tongue
Cutting I could not stand
He was my enemy
He was my enemy
‘Til I accepted him
Offered forgiveness free
Pain now a mem’ry dim
We walk in unity
Fairy Tales
I don’t listen to a lot of country music, and what country I do listen to is happy music: John Denver’s Country Roads, Unkle Kracker’s Smile, Dolly Parton’s Coat of Many Colors, etc. But one day I was driving down the road, and the words to this song started playing in my mind, complete with a melody. I have no idea if the melody belongs to someone else, but as far as I know, the lyrics are original with me. The tune has not been written or recorded yet; it’s still stuck inside my head. But I hope you like the words….
Counting
Instead of counting our days, we should be making our days count.”
I’m
counting
the days ’til
the waiting’s done,
when I shall be yours
and we two shall be one.
Though the waiting may seem long
I promise to be strong for you
and I will patiently bide my time—
‘Til the waiting’s done, I’m counting the days.
While waiting, I do not sit idly by.
No, I fill the moments with good things:
bringing cheer to others around
me, and bettering myself—
all for the sake of us.
Waiting no longer
seems so long, since
I’m making
the days
count.
Double Etheree
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Alone
All
Alone
I lay there
On the hard floor,
Letting the darkness
Swallow me up as the
Setting sun bereaved my room
Of light. Spirit was already
Bereaved of desire for anything
That once brought to me happiness. Hot tears
Cleansed the soul, but not entirely. I prayed
To my Father in heaven. This too
Soothed my soul, but a vacancy
Remained. He said, “I gave You
Friends for times such as these.
Seek them.” And I did.
With dear friends I’m
Not alone
Any
More.
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Scansion:
Double Etheree
Two Etheree stanzas, where the second one is reversed.
Syllabic count: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Rhyme not required
How They Grow
Children at the picnic play—
Quickly they will grow;
Almost empty is my nest,
So I ought to know.
How the moments seem to fly—
Use them with discretion.
Hug your children every day,
Pray in intercession.
Childhood’s season soon will pass;
Riches not, but joys amass.
Together
What will our future be like?
What will we do when we are old?
We will make love together…
And when we cannot make love
We will sing together…
And when we cannot sing
We will walk together…
And when we cannot walk
We will be together…
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In the Sunshine
Here I am, in the sunshine of his love—
Basking, soaking, drinking
Until it fills me through and through,
Chasing the chill of fear far away—
Glowing, warming, flooding
My soul with light and love,
Courage, and strength, and hope.
How can I fear when he is near?
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