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

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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

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

In Spite Of

Hard to find things to celebrate
easy to find things to fear
hard to find things to laugh at
until I look in the mirror
but there’s a star in the east
making one thing clear
in spite of all the madness
the season of Hope is here

Do Over

The setting sun thumbs
its nose at the darkness
with a final burst of
color and light smugly
shouting, “top that, night!”

The night is cool
it calls and raises
a few thousand stars
and a calming moon
boasting its stolen light

On the fence between
passion and peace
the witness waffles
can we do it over tomorrow?

Medium Social

I like turtles
I like dogs and cats
I like cleavage
don’t hate me for that
I like sunrise, beer and steak
and all the pictures that you take
of your little baby cakes
I’m just a medium social guy
but I can’t help wondering why
Why can’t the world be a safer place
why don’t I have a prettier face
why is it so hard to ever win a race
why doesn’t everyone keep the Golden Rule
why don’t people in positions
of responsibility
really looked out for the interests
of folks like you and me
that would be so cool
I like turtles
I like dogs and cats
I like cleavage
don’t hate me for that
I like sunrise, beer and steak
and all the pictures that you take
of your little baby cakes
I’m just a medium social guy
but I can’t help wondering why
Why it’s easier to be critical
than it is to be correct
why do I keep taking the easy way
when I know what to expect
Folks been talking about Judgement Day
for a couple thousand years
why aren’t they more nervous
when it seems to be drawing near
I like turtles
I like dogs and cats
I like cleavage
don’t hate me for that
I like sunrise, beer and steak
and all the pictures that you take
of your little baby cakes
I’m just a medium social guy
but I can’t help wondering why