Cool New Year
The New Year brought a little snow;
It didn't last too long.
The air was far too warm for that;
Somehow that just seems wrong.
The colder air is moving in
To freeze what wet is there.
And we will have to wrap up tight
To shield from icy air.
January 10, 2007
"And the light shineth in darkness, and
the darkness comprehended it not." John 1:5
Night hides away on the far side of Earth,
Hiding from Daylight's bright glare,
Afraid to be seen by the glorious sun,
Flinching as Dawn fills the air.
Hell is a shadow of Heaven above.
As Night is a shadow of Day.
Evil's a shadow of Goodness and Love,
And nothing can stand in their way.
The tiniest light is enough to disperse
The darkest surroundings we know.
All that is Good will be drawn to the Light
And all Bad find it's own way to go.
January 11, 2007
It's been a long time since I've been to the beach;
For a decade or more it's been out of my reach.
I remember it well, and I long for the smells
Of the salt of the sea, and the kelp on the swells.
Walking on sand with the wind and the sun,
Picking up shells from the surf just for fun,
Seeing the gulls soar and circle above,
Watching the kitists do that which they love,
Visiting shops on the bay for a lark,
Building a fire with some kindling and spark,
Eating a hot dog I've dropped in the coals,
Listening to waves washing over the shoals,
And watching a group playing beach volleyball;
All these and more are the things I recall
January 23, 2007
Submitted to Poetry.com for a contest on 2/7/07.
To be published in The International Who's Who in Poetry by
The International Library of Poetry (poetry.com).
The waters, the Deep, that's been here from the start,
The rhythm on shore as if from a heart,
Still beating the beach and raking the rocks,
Waves dumping the dross and feeding the flocks
Fantastic sea creatures that shine in the deep
And Davey Jones' Locker, where mariners sleep,
Great whales and dolphins, the sharks and the rays,
Halibut and tuna swim out of our gaze.
So vast it seems empty, yet brimming with life;
Though traveled and studied, with mystery it's rife.
A speck on its surface lies peaceful and calm
But storms soon arise bringing trouble and harm.
It's a symbol of life with a future unknown
While only what lies on the surface is shown.
We must venture away from the shore to discover
The way we must go to the arms of Our Lover.
January 23, 2007
Say this of me when I am old:
"He loved his family more than gold."
And when I've reached the end of strife:
"He loved his God more than his life."
And when I reach the end of days,
I hope to rest beneath His gaze,
Find all the glories promised me,
And dwell in Love eternally.
January 25, 2007