Everything Is Waiting for Him

      


                                  Everything Is Waiting For Him

The empty cross hangs around her neck,
she sits with a full cup of coffee,
deep in thought.
The dandelion snow is blown
forward,
and the birds are flying back south.
Rain is coming down before the
sun comes up.
Is it back or forward, up or down?
Empty or full?
His way leads forward, up and full.
Love the Lord with all your heart,.
Is Heaven up, hell down?
Down where or right here?
Love your enemies,
Heaven on earth!
Everything is waiting for him.


                                     

Yesterday

                                        Yesterday



Yesterday I was a child,
laughing, crying, running, playing,
dreaming life away.
Watching chariots of clouds racing overhead,
Looking for a rainbow
after rain was shed.
Growing taller by the day,
giving outgrown clothes away.
Yesterday I was a child.

Becoming a woman at long last,
yearning for arms to hold me fast,
promising to be yours.
Distressing birth brings much joy,
God has given us a boy.
Four more little ones
almost in a row;
Laughing, crying, running, falling
in the snow.
Where did the small child go?

Handbag Lament

                                                    Handbag Lament

I'm so full I just can't take this anymore.
Why do you burden me with all these things?
Candy wrappers galore,
Can't you find a trash can?
Three year old cough drops, you'd drop dead if you took one.
Enough kleenix to get a fire going
and warm you up.
The bottle of sanitizer I carry would kill the germs
of all our first graders.
You said I was the perfect size, not too large, not too small,
but you use me like I was a suitcase.
You'll never use all the coupons I hold,
most are expired.
Why the checkbook, you have all those credit cards.
What  am I anyway, a place for your coin collection?
And what's with all those many business cards, I've never
seen you do business with a tenth of those,
could there be some hanky panky going on?
Lipstick, nail file, hair brush, what a mess!
You're always wondering where that odor is coming from,
have you ever been to my bottom?
Give me a break!
And speaking of breaks
my shoulder strap has about had it,
then what becomes of me?
Will I go the way of your other bags and meet a
tragic end?

The Old Plank Door

                                          The Old Plank Door

Hanging by just one rusty hinge,
The old plank door lets the
bitter cold in.
For years its patina was a
beauty to view,
Time has cut its life askew.
Like the overgrown lawn
and grounds,
Years of wear have beaten it down.
It opened to greet the newlyweds,
and opened for many
Thanksgiving spreads.
It opened to welcome a new baby boy,
to children coming, full of joy.
It closed when sickness
came one day,
and when a loved one
passed away.
Its history you could
quickly perceive,
If you study the door before you leave.

The Rocking Chair

 

                                                  The Rocking Chair

The rocking chair moves
to and fro,
Her worn out feet push
oh so slow.
Gnarled hands lay at rest,
So many little ones they
have blessed.
Tears drop from large, sad eyes,
Memories consume the
old and wise.
Like the flower past its' bloom,
Her spirit lingers in the gloom.
All must die to live once more,
The rocker sets still on a
weatered floor.