NEIGHBORS


NEIGHBORS

There is something odd about my neighbor,

I guess she’s under some kind of stress.

She stares without seeing,

And plays with the buttons on her dress.

She avoids attention, even light from the sun,

And I would swear she’s packing a gun.

She sits across the aisle from me,

Trying to ignore the things she sees.

A man stands at a corner waiting for our bus,

He is tired, hungry, defeated, just like us.

After days of searching , there’s still no work,

He’s just a fraction away from going berserk.

How can he survive if he’s living on pride?

Will he find a place to live safely outside?

A group of teens climbs aboard, boisterous and loud,

I wonder if one will escape the tenement and return rich and proud.

They threaten the homeless man.

He might have money stashed in a can.

They threaten the woman as she pretends to read,

Telling her they want her to meet their needs.

They laugh and suggest they could have fun,

Not noticing her hand touching her gun.

They turn their attention finally to me.

I was watching and waiting, it had to be.

Survival of the fittest, or the ones with most greed,

Somebody’s angels, or someone’s bad seed.

There is little to distinguish between me and my brother,

Hell will claim one, and heaven will get the other.

July 21, 2017berserk

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  THE AIR LEAVES WITH YOU


 

When you exit the room all the air leaves with you,

And the world is not the same.

I still hear your voice.

I continue to call your name.

Time hesitates, suspended in air,

I’m confused and lost, without you there.

The world is bleak within my sight.

There is no color just black and white.

I gasp, I choke,

 Clocks have stopped in mid-stroke.

Where is love without you near?

And where is music for my ears?

Nothing is the same as it needs to be.

Please come home and bring air to breathe.

july 21, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

She Shuffles


 

She shuffles down the sidewalk,

 

Rumpled, tired, hungry, and worn,

 

Forgotten is her long ago life,

 

That began when she was born,

 

 

 

Others might claim they love her,

 

Her face is beautiful to see,

 

Yet alone and homeless on her own,

 

She might not agree with me,

 

 

 

She has intelligence and compassion,

 

Her heart touches each broken man,

 

She’s the universal, loving woman,

 

Doing the very best she can,

 

 

 

She comes in all shapes and sizes,

 

From woman to budding girl,

 

She tries to help others she finds,

 

She wants to make this a better world,

 

 

 

She lifts the spirit of mankind,

 

From those troubled to those without hope,

 

She could give up and join the rest,

 

And say she could not cope,

 

 

 

Yet each woman who fills the void,

 

And becomes more than the rest,

 

Is beautiful in my little world,

 

And I think I love her best,

 

 

 

As this one shuffles down the street,

 

I must do more than shrug,

 

I’ll see what I can do for her,

 

Just after I give her a hug.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s Prayer Got to Do With It?


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When You already know what I’ll ask,

Is it to stretch me well beyond myself,

So I can see the greatness of Your task?

What’s my role in the words I say,

What’s my heart got to do with how I pray?

Let my heart be a sounding board,

As I talk to Your son, the Holy Lord,

Fill my spirit with compassion and love,

Let all my words flow from above,

What’s prayer got to do with it?

It lets my heart and mind be a perfect fit,

It’s not in the beauty of words I spout,

But how my soul takes away the doubt,

You are the one I want to magnify,

 Your word flows through me, it’s not about I,

There are no words that I need to say,

Except Your will be done, I will obey,

What’s prayer but conversation between You and me?

Your blood shed on the cross is what I see,

I pray for Your love to cover all the sins,

That the world displays, and those within,

I’m still learning what I need to say,,

Our heavenly Father, give us this day,

The things we need for our daily bread,

Help us face those things we dread,

Teach us how to reach out and forgive,

The wrongs of others with whom we live,

Deliver us from the evil that fills our day,

The temptations that seem to come our way,

All the power and glory to you belong,

I’ll celebrate Your love all life long,

I’ll pray for the boy lying in a hospital bed,

I don’t know why it isn’t me instead,

Nine years old with a terrible disease,

He hasn’t seen life, so take me please,

Let life through his veins run its course,

Please don’t let death take him by force,

I’ve wasted years doing things not so bright,

He’s too young to turn out his light,

Innocent as a lamb, he’s caught in a trap,

If it’s his time to go, let him sit in Your lap,

The beauty of this world won’t be his home,

But there he can dance and have places to roam,

With tears in my eyes I approach Your throne,

I’m ready, take me instead as one of Your own,

He’s nine years old, lying in his lonely bed,

Heal him with Your power, take me instead,

I’ll pray for the girl who cries in the night,

There is no one to listen to her sad plight,

We turn away from accepting her abuse,

Insisting nothing can be done, there’s no use,

The Holy Spirit listens as her spirit cries,

Within each of us part of our own spirit dies,

All the promise, her hopes and dreams,

Are not important to us it seems,

What can we do if evil is around?

We call on the Lord for demons to be bound,

Each of us knows of wounds that need to heal,

Our hearts are willing and we want to feel,

The fields are ripe with broken people today,

Why should we wait when we can pray?

I’ll pray for husbands to love their wives,

And wives to respect their husbands all their lives,

For the couple who argues in the night,

Haven’t they seen love’s pure light?

God has called them for so much more,

So why do they choose just to ignore?

Their hearts are hard, it’s all about self,

There’s not room for two egos on their shelf,

Their children watch and learn how to fight,

They think love is weak, and might makes right,

Rarely do children see their parents in prayer,

Little do they forgive or show compassion and care,

Do they really hate the ones they love?

Should they be listening for guidance from above,

What’s so important about daily prayer?

It awakens our spirit and feeds it there,

I’ll pray for the homeless on the street,

Who struggle daily for food to eat,

They have no permanent place to stay,

In alleys at night, and shelters by day,

What little they have is precious to them,

Their pasts are dark and their future grim,

Arrested by the police because they trespass,

When they guard against storms under an underpass,

I’ll pray for the homeless, society’s outcasts,

That someday all this will be in the past,

Prayer is the starting point for each of these needs,

It’s just the place to plant the seeds,

These gardens of lives need tender loving care,

The work is ready, and now I’m prepared,

To carry out the tasks that started with prayer.

Christmas is not a Time for Peace


Christmas is not a time for peace,

But a time for waging war,

There are homeless in the trenches,

Amid the blood and gore,

So go where you’ve never been,

Let your kindness roar,

Who will heed the cries for help,

From the meek and mild?

Who will force the abusers away,

From the defenseless child?

Go where you’ve never been,

Let your conscience run wild,

Christmas is not a time for peace,

But a time to speak out,

Against laxity, oppression, discrimination,

And without any doubt,

Against poverty, waste, disease, and crime,

The four horsemen of death,

This day should be a day to battle,

Until the last fleeting breath,

Do what you’ve never done,

Until the battle’s won,

Let the battle cries ring loud and true,

As we stamp out fear,

We can make this the most special time,

To wipe away the tears,

Do more than you’ve ever done,

To bring some Christmas cheer,

What if you and I could change history,

By doing what we can,

What if we changed the lives of a few,

And created a peaceful strand,

We could do more than we’ve ever done,

To make this the promised land,

 Christmas could be a time of joy,

Because we did so much more,

Dreams of peace could take root and grow,

Instead of dreams of war.

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