Monday Random

• There is no time like the present.
• There is no time like the present?
• Okay, it is cliché.
• But there is a reason clichés are well known.
• They are true.
• There is no time like the present!
• We don’t know how much time we have.
• We don’t know how much time our friend has.

Thursday Random: feelings vs doings

• I love Jesus, with all my heart.
• How is it, that I was born again many years ago, but it was not until the last few years that it has taken hold of my heart?
• Maybe I was not as committed as I thought I was.
• We are people, and we struggle.
• God doesn’t remove all the obstacles, and sometimes there are new obstacles.
• Sometimes we get discouraged.
• Lonely.
• Bitter.
• Bitterness ate me up for a long time.
• Speaking of eating, I have finally started to try and eat better in earnest.
• I edited that last bit.
• I was going to say, ‘lose weight’, as I should, extra weight is a burden on the heart and every other system of the body.
• But I wanted this time around, to remember to eat well, not just try and fit better into my clothes.
• Saying ‘no’ to sugar is the hardest part.

Golden

When I turned 50
It scared me some–
how would I ever live up to
the expectations
of being golden?

Then something changed inside
The organs I thought were
dying from the inside out–
an old heart, and my guts
began re-knitting
due to prayer
and resolving to grow.

Sometimes the music lays me outright
belly down, face to the floor
uncovering the secrets (lies)
that I tell myself
like that old favourite
‘”‘Everything is going to be alright.’

Raze me, and peel off the layers–
In time, you would have
found me out, anyhow.
Raze me, and
uncover my skeleton
whiplashed, with
hand outstretched–

Reaching for the notes
each stanza screaming
I am pro-life
and you will not put me
under
before my time

2021

all around my head
your voices sobbing
twisting my brain stuff, with
all the warmth of many nights
of hope and loss and hope and loss
forming a blanket when I had not, and
all your voices sobbing, praying, with
all my arms surrounding your days
with all the sadness, so that
you don’t travel it by yourself

When the clouds

do that thing they do
how they bunch together
and dance their ballet
in the summer sky
it soothes me like balm
on burned skin

When the winds pick up
and the clouds start their wild marrying
spinning and howling
like Whirling Dervishes
calling to me
don’t be alone for you are
not alone

Wind and weather
friends in poverty
mingle together
I am grateful for the rain in the midst
of their wild romps
the birds gone swimming
as the cats run for cover