Saturday, December 24, 2016


   
 
       The Gift                       
 
 
Under the tree the package sat
Small and plain it was hidden from view.
All other packages neatly wrapped
Crowded it out as it lay unadorned.
 
One by one as fancy boxes were opened
 The gift remained hidden and covered with trash.
Under colored paper, ribbons and streamers
Alone it sat, forgotten amidst the plunder.
 
But then little Jake who was crawling around
Saw the gift as his race car zoomed by.
He picked it up and held it in the air
But it did not impress, for it was so small.
 
Then Billy who was older arrived at the tree
To steal the gift from Jake’s little hand.
He tugged so hard that he pushed the tot down
“Give it to me,” he yelled as Jake’s head hit the ground.
 
First came the tears, then came the crying
As Jake ran to his mother for aid.
Now everyone turned and stared hard at Billy
Whose innocent face could not hide the guilt.
 
“Go to your room,” Mom’s voice rang out!
“What you did was wrong, now go be alone.
But hand me that gift that you stole from Jake
Let go of it now for it is not yours to keep.”
 
 
  
 
Without looking up Billy gave Mom the gift
And stomping his feet and screaming “not fair,”
He ran down the hall to his bedroom and wailed
“This is my house! I can do as I want.”
Now the crying of kids had frightened the cat


Who ran out of hiding from under her chair.
She collided with Mother who was looking away.
Who then slipped on the floor and crashed with a bang.
 
There lay the gift on the floor beside Mom
Who painfully groaned as she held her sore wrist.
Soon all came to help Mom to the couch,
While Rover the pup spied the gift from the hall.
 
Now growling and barking and wagging his tail
He picked up the gift with his slobbering jaws.
So as Mom sat at the sofa resting her leg
The pup grabbed the gift and trotted away.
 
Elizabeth watched as the pup stole the gift
“Hey,” she yelled as it ran down the hall!
But Elizabeth knew she have to get it herself
For all the adults were with Mom on the couch.
 
Rover ran hard till he came to the den
There he laid with the gift, in front of the couch.
Where big brother Tim watched T.V. in the dark
With his girlfriend Micki who had just been let in.
 
Now Rover let go of the gift awfully quick
When he spied Micki’s shoes that were emptied from use.
Quickly he pounced on the bright colored Keds
As his tail pushed the gift just under the couch.
 
 
 
  
Just then the light flashed on with a yell
For little sister had caught their loving embrace.
With her face turning red, Micki hid in the quilt.
But toes underneath told she was still there.
 
With that little girl’s yell came the crowd of adults
As Dad led the way like a knight on a quest.
It was his little girl for whom something was wrong
Most likely he thought she had fallen or tripped.
 
First came the shock and then came the yelling.
Then Dad told his son “you’re grounded, now go”.
 But Tim hollered back with voice a-quivering
“I am eighteen now and I can do what I want!”
 
Just then Micki reached low for her shoes.
When her hand touched the gift, eyes widened bright.
Was it she wondered the ring they had seen?
Or was it a necklace with a trinket from Tim?!


“Ooh” she exclaimed as she picked up the gift.
 Then she eyed her sweetheart who leaving the room.
“Wait” Micki yelled as she jumped off the couch
“Is this my special gift, the one sent from you?”
 
Tim turned at her with a face full of rage.
“Your gift is upstairs, in my room like I said.
Are you dumb, do you listen? I’ve told you before!”
He yelled at his girl, as he raced out the door. 
 
For a second she stood there as everyone stared.
Then eying Mom who had entered the room
She angrily yelled “Boy, your son is a jerk.”
As she tossed the gift onto the couch where it stayed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Micki gathered her things and stomped out the door.
As now everyone looked at the gift that was left.
There on the couch it sat in the middle
On paper now covered with pup’s teeth marks.
 
For awhile no one moved; they just stared at the gift
That laid on the couch and caused grief to all.
But the silence was broken by the opening door
As Micki stood there all covered in snow.
 
That look on her face told the sad truth
She could not leave now, for a blizzard had come.
Elizabeth raced to the window to see.
But nothing was there except swirling white snow.
 
But just as she turned away from the view,
A mighty wind howled as the shutters shook hard.
Rover the pup barked as Elizabeth ran,
Away from the window and over by Mom.
 
Then Jake started crying and Mom had to sit
On the couch by the gift with two scared little kids.
Soon Rover followed all nervous and scared
But when he saw the gift he started to wag.
 
Now everyone smiled as Rover played on the floor with the gift.
As cares went away!
But then someone noticed the flickering lights
That quickly turned off as the storm rattled on.
 
 
 
 
 
  
Then Billy and Tim ran in from their rooms
As Dad and Uncle Ray built a fire by flashlight.
All the adults tried to comfort the kids
Except for Tim the teen who tried to look cool!
 
As the flames started rising, the kids all sighed
“It looks so pretty,” Mom said as she cried.
Then everyone huddled in close to keep warm
As Rover placed the gift in Mom’s lap with a bark.
 
The pup kept on barking while everyone watched
“He must want it opened,” said Uncle Ray from behind.
So carefully Mom took the gift from her lap
That was now covered in drool and smelling of dog.
 
All eyes were upon her as she pulled back the paper
And pulled out the box inside, with a gasp.
“It’s from Cousin Terry who died in the war”
 He must have bought it when he was on leave.
 
Then Mom started crying and she couldn’t stop.
She gave it to Elizabeth who opened it up
A small golden key chain had but one word
“Love” it read, and everyone hugged.
 
Soon the storm ended and the lights came back on.
And not long thereafter all the guests said “goodbye”
Now it was just Mom, Dad and the kids
And a cat and a dog and a house that had Love!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 

 

 

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Embrace


Embrace

You are not me.  I am not like you. We are all different. We are all a little odd

I want you to be happy. I want you to feel contentment, for we all need a little peace

Life is hard. Life is difficult, for we are comparing to one another, afraid that we do not measure up.

But, that’s ok-- We all not the same. We need to make our own noise—beat our own drum.

We need to embrace.. . Embrace who we are. Embrace that spark that makes us special and unique

For, I am not you. I do not really want to be. I have peace within myself. I have found a way to embrace.

I have embraced who I am. I can see that I am not the same as everyone else. I do not need to hide. I do not need to justify. I just need to embrace.

Everybody has their own dreams. Everyone has that thing that they are good at. Differences are good, like the different colors of an autumn tree or the colors of a rainbow.

So, stand up tall. Embrace who you are;  for you are made, in the image of the Holy, and you are to shine. Embrace the differences. Embrace your oddities. Embrace who you are, for no one wants a duplicate.

 

Thursday, November 3, 2016

What if the other one wins

. . . .And now, I'll get a little political. ..

What if the other one wins?

 

It has come down to this. Just a few days left, and then after all the vitriol and the entire rancor, someone will become president. Many will not be happy with the choice. It does not matter who will win; a large group will be distressed.

What to do?

Perhaps there are two things that can help. First we need prayer—for the nation, and for ourselves. The world is a dangerous place, and the new president, whoever that be, will find themselves thrust into an unpredictable and chaotic place. Divine Providence is needed. 

Yes people change. Sometimes the reality that they have now become one of the most important people in the world sets in. This is our hope.  Case in point, in 1881 Chester Arthur became president when President Garfield was assassinated. Arthur was not admired. He had become vice president only to placate a certain wing of the Republican Party. He was an opponent of Garfield, and came from the Spoils System, where his main job was as a political hack working at the customs house. Most people felt that because he came from a corrupt system of you-scratch-my-back-and-I’ll-scratch-yours, that he would continue in that way. But, Arthur did not. He rejected the party bosses, and passed civil service reform. He went against type. So, it is possible that whoever wins will be different than the person who was nominated; that they may actually work to improve America.

However even if this does not happen, we should still pray. We have to accept; we have to adjust our thinking. This takes effort, thus we need prayer that will help us see the good in everyone, even those who we viewed as our political opponents. We also need to commune with God, so that we can remember to stay humble kind and happy. By centering on our faith, we can continue on, no matter what happens in Washington.

Second, as the Rolling Stones sang, “you can’t always get what you want”. That is life. “But”, they continue, “If you try real hard, you may get what you need”.  They are not talking about capitulation, but rather about acceptance.  In reality there is little that we can change, so adapt is what we must do.

There is something comforting in that, for regardless of what happens, we can get out of it what we need. We seek the good as we adjust and move on. There are more important things in life than politics, such as family, jobs and faith.

We will survive, whoever wins.

 

 

 

Friday, October 28, 2016

Pink Dress


Pink ribbons bobbing in the hair

On the tips of a ponytail

Pink Dress racing down the street

Propelled by pink socks in pink shoes

 

All in pink she runs and skips

Happy and free without a care

Pink Dress stained with messy childhood joys

Like mud and dirt and cold popsicles too

 

Pretty in pink and at one with God

Laughing, singing and shouting too

Pink Dress engaging the world that’s around

With hugging and sharing and friendship too

 

Pink Dress only remains for awhile

Soon the child, an adult she becomes

Pink Dress fades with other childhood memories

Of a moment when innocence and happiness reigned free

 

Hold on Pink Dress be wild; be free

Laugh, Run, Dance and Explore

Pink Dress: too quickly another dress you’ll wear

When Time moves on, and childhood fades

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, October 14, 2016


Awe

What is awe?

Is it the same as “being curious”?

Is it like being surprised?

Awe is a mystery.

It is found in children exploring,

Though it hides from adults escaping

 

Why?

For only the daily struggle I see.

Around me flowers bloom.  Clouds roll into odd shapes.

Yet on I trudge -- blind to the world’s treasures

 

To be in awe is experience

Something bigger, something greater

Yet feeling neither small nor defeated

To be in awe is to pause, and reflect

On, how good life can be!

 

To be in awe is to be aware that God is present

That there is a purpose, that there is a plan

It may be a sunset or a rainbow or a simple coincidence

I can ignore or I can stop, look and lose myself

 

And can be in awe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

I am not you


I am not you

You are not me

I am not a part of “we”

I am one: unique and beautiful.

 

Oh, I have my flaws

I am sure that you do to

I do not fit into a mold

For I am one: unique and smart

 

Daily affirmation seems weird

We are not to think pridefully

I am not a fan of conceit

Yet I am one: unique and proud

 

I am aware of who I am

The good and the bad

I hurt at times

Nonetheless I am one: unique and special

 

I am not you

You are not me

And that is fine

For all is good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, September 13, 2016


Contradiction

There are times when I want to go out and be social

Yet, I do not want to have my space invaded

I want to be free

But bound to my home

I want to laugh

Though inside I want to cry

 

Where is the way to go?

What is the thing I must do?

 

Tell Me!

For I want to be told

It is easier if I just follow along

 

Don’t Tell Me

Let me figure out.

I do not want to be led astray

 

I am confused

I am both sure and unsure

At peace and at war

With myself and with my world

It is all familiar, Yet strange

Anxiously my heart beats

I wish I was brave

To “come what may”

And follow the wind

But. . . .

There is a part of me

That wants to remain

In the back,

Out of the way

Alone but free

 

For, I want to be told

Yet I want also to tell

I want to lead as well as be led

I need to be heard

Yet do not want to speak

 

I live in two worlds at the same time

The one that is,

And the one that is not

The former is the present; it is reality

The later is the presumed; it is imagined

In one I am a humble servant

In the other, a grandiloquent star

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, August 29, 2016

Simple


Simple

 

I hear a bird chirping

In a nearby tree

 

I walk along a path

With my dog

 

Nothing is happening

Yet everything is alive

 

The trees sway as the squirrels race,

The wind blows gently across my face

 

I am alive

I am free

 It is not hard to find

Not elusive or remote

It is within and around

 

Simple

Serene

Peaceful