Dear Friend
I miss talking to you the way we used to
I am sorry so many things end up in the way
Could you come over tonight
And share a little dinner with us?
We'd all love to spend a little time with you.
It will be chaos as usual, but
You know there's always a place for you
At the table.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Dear Friend...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Where is God?
...
Where is God?
Is God in the orange-y sun that rose through the trees this morning?
Is God in the sparrow chirping from somewhere inside the juniper?
Is God in the smile I exchange with a stranger?
Is God in the snow that whirls off the railbed, as a train goes by?
Is God below the ice of the swamp, amongst the muck, sleeping turtles and cattail roots?
Yes, God is there.
Creation shines with God.
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I'm giving up being angry
I'm giving up being angry
I'm giving up yelling, I swear
I'm giving up all the grouching...
...You CUT your sister's HAIR!?!
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Sunday, January 28, 2007
A Penny for a Stranger
A penny for a stranger
A child so far away
A morsel for a stranger
So she can run and play
A little bit of sharing
A very tiny bit
A little bit of sharing
And love along with it
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Saturday, January 27, 2007
I spoke to my father today
I spoke to my father today
He's been gone many a year
I spoke to my father today
He whispered in my ear
I spoke to my son today
He laughed and smiled at me
I spoke to my son today
He is so much like me
I'm very like my father
And my son is much like me
And I try to honor that
Be as good as I can be
Because my son is watching
In so many ways
and because the two of us
Have just so many days
It may be tomorrow
Next month or years away
But some day I'll only whisper to him
Like my father did today.
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Friday, January 26, 2007
Baaa!
Meow!
Maybe she is lonely, I hold her.
Meow!
Maybe her litterbox needs changing.
Meow!
Maybe she is hungry, I feed her.
Meow!
She doesn't know what she needs, does she?
Meow!
Wah!
Maybe she is lonely, I hold her.
Wah!
Maybe her diaper needs changing.
Wah!
Maybe she is hungry, I feed her.
Wah!
She doesn't know what she needs, does she?
Wah!
Lord!
Maybe I'm lonely, hold me.
Lord!
Maybe my life needs changing.
Lord!
I am hungry, please feed me.
Lord!
I'm worried.
Lord!
I don't know what I need, do I?
Lord!
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Lost Prayer
I lost a prayer today.
I wrote it for us,
I thought about it,
I prayed it,
It was beautiful and encouraging.
You would have loved it.
And then I accidentally deleted it.
I felt quite bad for a moment or two,
But then I remembered where all lost prayers go.
God probablly has it on his fridge right now.
And is showing it off to 'Ol Leaky-Palms and Casper-With-A-Halo.
Saying: 'locust-boy did this one!'
'Not at all bad for a beginner, eh?'
Silly me, of course it wasn't lost,
It was PRAYED.
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