See The Moon


“See the Moon”

Looking at the moon tonight it looks surreal, as if strung with paper- mache

Suspended in the low sky, settled in inner-space, boasting another cycle of a wide-open day

Hours went by, moments vanished while time delicately dissipated,

Beauty bled birth, for those that participated

Absorbing awe and God’s glowing creation, while sniffing the smell of a wood-burning stove equals elation

Elaborating on nature is Sacred and sound,

Worth more than solid-gold bars pound after pound

Listen actively, listen for His will,
Cease this moment monumentally allowing the time to stand still

Enjoy every God-given moment! Slow down, hurry-up and slow down and see the moon.

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“Freedom Found”

freedom moon

A harvest-moon hangs low and bright

Heaping healing into the night
A Wrangler jeep heats a white T-shirt, no shoes needed skip the dirt
A hippie cries out plying for peace, suburban saviors quietly control (kill) gassing the geese
Take one out, out to the wild, where a weaning  mother let’s go of her child
A farm fields rest domestically vain, builders count cash grinning greedily with gain
Hands  clasped at the end of an aisle, a little later an attorney opens a file
Give me the wind, branches, a
 and sandy  soil
Born free,  lucky and raggedly Royal
Blessings perpetuate pleading multiplication
blood-stained garments, finds purification
Free at last…
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Names on a Wall

“Names on a Wall”

Names are carried, projected on a wall, no one could predict those towers would fall

The worst of horrors could not envision this dreadful mess when these towers were erected

Reduced in steel and ash, peoples names live on, engraved and hauntingly reflected

With stolen names along the Hudson River,

hateful people had a message to deliver

Lives of many cut down and sold short, introducing warfare of a different sort

Hate helps no one, helps no one fast, hatred caused these airplanes to violently crash

Taking lives, taken wives, taken fathers and men

They cannot take our spirit for that there is no end,

Resiliency and brilliancy, America will not lose,

this is the life we live, it is freedom that we choose

God bless America and every precious person dwelling inside of it, regardless of religion, race or creed

Christian, Jew or Muslim, allow love to identify your breed

These angels fly forever, forever on a wall, allow these names to remind us, we need to love all

The deed was done, cruel, dirty and rotten, but let these names not die in vain, by sharing love so they’ll never be forgotten

God bless our country, bless the north, south, east and west,

Give us love, give us peace, and give these families rest

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A Single Star


A single star shines for infinite

Springing into action flashes of light

Meters are charged at the sounding-board

Wings transparent with patient passthrough

Bubbles of light bounce off the beach
mirroring vibrant colors

The merchant ship seeks a star
Eager for direction

Snowflakes emulate fading away,

a single star forever shines bright to infinite and beyond

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Bare Sky

Could you collect her if she was taken out by a rebellious rocket

Would her boarding pass be found in her burned-up pocket

Evil screams another sound,
Leading innocent graded to the grieving ground

No sirens honking the horn just families left too mourn

Wondering why loved-ones were shattered while airborne

Weaving war leaving the sky bare,

Let’s overcome hatred with strength and prayer

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Spring Puddles


Forsythia so bright and yellow

Yet diamonds strain the hyacinth-stem

Her smile is more precious than glazes of gold and the glitziest of gems

Rain pouring down on a seaport-town,
She’s jumping over puddles missing me be around

Strike one, two, three goes the ball
With bases loaded I risk it all

Thank God it is only the fourth-inning, I am grateful for today and another new-beginning

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An Enchanted Branch


“An Enchanted branch “

Does God really place eternity on our heart?

Does He really choose the branch of His own planting

If so, why quicken qualms with raving and ranting

Advertising said Ford has a better idea, it’s better I blanch real-estate as my career

Maybe it’s a pail of pride or just a man -thing,

If it is God’s pick, I know she is eloquently enchanting

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Hearing God


Hearing God.
God is always talking. There is a man that is financially poor at my church and he is not ashamed to say he accepts donations.

The first time he mentioned this to me, I was a little taken-back. I think I responded, “Yeah me too.” Like most people, I prefer to give voluntarily rather than be shaken-down whether it is on a city street, in a hot summer subway or in a church.

As time went on and my economic situation improved, I gave a few shekels to this man when it was unsolicited. I did it anonymously to avoid encouraging his behavior each Sunday.

Well…today the Lord placed on my heart to give him a few bucks directly. I wanted to know this thought is of the Lord so I prayed about it. I ask God if this is of you, let my Psalm/Proverb of the day pertain to the poor.

I open my daily app on my phone and sure enough the words “Blessed is he that considereth the poor.” – Ps. 41:1 are etched across my screen.

I knew God spoke to me. I share this story to show how God often speaks to us. We just need to ask.

I feel good about my small contribution for there is joy in giving and helping others. God always provides to those that trust Him.
He is also always talking. Just ask and listen.

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Rain Showers

Along a dale of rivers refreshment flows effortlessly

Pails of rain deliver abundance for us to see

Tasty and liquid waters brought to earth by his daughters

The rain keeps pounding always astounding

Open knocks click my door, love bleeds out from my credent core

Clapton says “Let it rain.”

God speaks refreshment.

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The Bridge


Containers of lids, sealed bids, a heart can close at anytime

Shanks of tools playing by the rules
awaiting a gracious new-bloom

Fresh-flowers for us to see, opening one’s precious and purposeful eyes

City of lights, bridge the night for an amazing journey

The vision is partially whole,
teaching me my role, enchanting hope and dreams

Counting cost, letting go of loss, a bridge connects a new-life

People get ready, it comes so fast, quicker than the past, brightness blazes across the river

The lights will feed another need for the time is here and now

Before you are pulled out on a blank canvas gurney, always enjoy the journey, golden-oil fills the sound.

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