SUNDAY ON THE BEACH

Like children,

We sit cross legged in the sand,

Whispering,

Sharing our hearts,

Jesus and me.

The waves take our secrets to sea.

I lean forward,

Smooth his bleeding wounds,

He reaches out,

Brushes away my salty tears.

Each of us has been hurt,

Requiring

The touch of the other.

 

CONSIDER

If you leave your present life,

I will follow you,

Give you my 

Own,

Stay until every spark of your soul

Turns to dust   and the stunning

Realization

Sets in   that you were wrong and

Miss her something

Awful.

 

JONAH

Within wrath's heat

I am a captive of a devil holding me

By the tongue as I spew out

Hateful

Angry

Bitter words. Oh, I am possessed,

Ranting out evil that never can

Be retrieved.

Where have I gone, I ask,

As the devil whispers to me lovingly,

Gone to a dark place deep inside.

And I suffer sorrow

Such sorrow   such pitiful regret   that I

Wish myself dead.

A BREATH AWAY

Jesus is only a breath away,

Hearing,

Without complaint,

My tediously repetitive prayers,

Hurried

Muttered

Often spoken in silence.

Gratefully we have an understanding,

Jesus and me,

Jesus listens while I tend to 

His bleeding wounds.

 

CANCER III

I shed Christ's blood which pours from

Me like rain into a cistern.

This is cancer,

A primary symptom, dear God, and

Though I am weary, I am

Not proud.

Bleeding the blood of the Lamb

Is for both the lost, and

The stricken.

If I but touch the hem of his robe shall

I too be made well?

A THOUGHT ON THE MORNING

Don't I know that I'm an outlier,

Reading poetic books,

Dreaming

The dreams of the lost.

At this old age,

Life drifts into another world,

Into the breath of a bird,

A baby bird flying bravely out from the nest

Into a prayer, and yes,

I am in awe.

 

MOTHER'S DAY 2026

The broken hearted weep for pale dreams

Faintly realized.

We who are keepers of the heart mourn

For the Beloved's tears,

Wait

For the sound of the wings of the Angel

Children.    This is my offering

To you, silently spoken,

And brave.