Uncharted

Perhaps no maps
to guide us anymore
no way to know
what may be in store
any time we go out the door

Traditions and rituals
lay abandoned by the road
maintenance is hard
when you carry the load
of too many farewells
too many resting in peace
that first instinct
is to seek release

Survival mode makes demands
that we don’t even understand
underground, under water
hold your breath and pray
 that path through the wilderness
brings you to the light of day

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No Gifts

Not Ebenezer Scrooge
not Clark Griswold
not the Grinch
nor Buddy the Elf
certainly not a Wise Man
maybe an old drummer guy
if I played drums
with no gifts to bring
except to sing
in excelsis deo
hosannah
hallelujah

Unfolding

It is said the stories we tell
need conflict to hold our interest
but the stories that we live
require no such test

The happiest story has its sorrows
the saddest tale has laughter
regrets for things both done and not done
and the things that happened after

every spirit that you meet
is a saga still unfolding
with many lessons made for learning
and beauty made for holding

and those that can look back
and say, okay,
I did what there was to do
may have the experience to know
what is and isn’t true
that days unsiezed but gently caressed
are the days that you remember best

Inclined

I could not pull the trigger
I could not cut the cards
I could not swing the bat
don’t know why it’s so hard
pretty good at watching leaves
turn from green to brown
and December breezes
send them to the ground

The motions I keep going through
don’t take me anywhere
except further from the time
I was inclined to dare
now I hear a bird sing
just outside the window
when he flies away
I wish that I could go

Blessings

Not all blessings are easy
not everything easy is a blessing
learning to tell the difference
is one of life’s critical lessons

Class is always in session
so it’s best to pay attention

Not all trials are God’s judgment
nor is God’s judgment always punishment
no matter that we probably deserve it
He prefers to give our souls nourishment

If we’ll only learn to ask
He’ll guide us through each task

At Bay

I left a candle burning
like the light at Motel 6
no one sought this meager shelter
no one stopped by to fix
any holes in heart or mind
but really, that’s okay
the candle did the job quite well,
keeping the darkness at bay

Sigh

Been talking to the moon
but I get no reply
I hear the branches rustle
I hear the night wind sigh
but the Moon, she will not comment
on these earthly goings on
she’s lovely, but she’s distant
as I wait for the dawn
she draws me like the ocean tide
keeping me in suspense
the thrill I feel is only
the echo of her silence