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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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

Mostly True

Based on a mostly true story
though liberties have been taken
names have been changed
to protect innocent and guilty
alike until we figure out
who is who and how much damage
further revelation will do

Sometimes the struggle
is just a breeze
sometimes it brings
you to your knees
and you just can’t make
it go away so while
you’re kneeling you
might as well pray

Sometimes it works
sometimes it doesn’t
but it might help you
make the adjustment
so what is real is
not so important

Remnants

To honor for whom
sacrifices were made
I framed the remnants
of the blade
in a shadow box
hung above the mantle

What might have been
bloodstains added patina
and gravitas
but only hints of
the actual loss

Poor execution is but one
of my many faults
too often witnessed
by the disapproving moon

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