Bottles Cast

In the midst of the tragedy
prayers went up
like startled quail
like balloons at the party
like fireworks on the 4th
desperate petitions for God
to align His will with our own.

But we are again left trying
to understand what cannot
be understood, looking for
some seed of future good
in the scorched earth of our lives

Learning for the umpteenth time
that Faith is aligning our wills with His
being grateful for blessings we’ve had
holding on to the ones we still have
believing in the promise of someday
believing there will be some gain in the pain

and our prayers are notes
in bottles cast into the sea
Lord, we are still here
make us what you want us to be
show us how to go on
without the ones you’ve set free


This Union

The fabric was torn in 2013, but you can’t unplay a symphony. The echoes have a mind of their own.

At one time, perhaps,
this union
was the casually tentative alliance
of two vaguely kindred spirits,
Lewis & Clark of the soul
in search of Emotional Passages.
Perhaps two dancers engaged in defining
the parameters of a certain joy, bodies
working in pleasantly passionate harmony
with the understanding that the contract
would last as long as the music.

We began to generate our own music,
and threads of experience became this
tightly woven tapestry of a rich history which
continues to blossom growingly each day, our
simple melody evolving into the symphony of
this Union.

Red Letter

Red letter days
start out like the others
pregnant with promise
under ominous clouds
but beyond birthings and dyings
few are nailed down frozen
even holidays tend to melt
together. So every day is
an anniversary, we’re just not
sure of what. Most memories
don’t have dates associated
but float in clouds of good and bad.

So on my sixty-fifth crack
at this date, I don’t expect
to make history, but I’ll cross
the bridges I come to. One never knows
what’s on the other side, and
if I make the sixty-sixth
maybe I’ll remember this one.


Not as good as I once was
wasn’t that good to start with
I just held on for dear life
and tried not to act confused
Now sorting through the rubble
wondering what’s left to part with
and wishing that it didn’t
come down to win or lose

Forgetting how things feel
is the only way time heals
forgetting you would be
some kind of sin
I never was as good
as I once thought I was
but just once I’d like
to feel that good again

No Surprise

Looking through God’s eyes
this beauty comes as no surprise
a little art in the evening sky
a human heart may wonder why
we so often fail to see
the gifts given to you and me
to do better is our vow
even though we’re not sure how


A quarter moon
in a clear blue sky
a gentle breeze
makes me want to fly
straight up to it
but I can’t do it
I’m earthbound
no way around
that situation
but it doesn’t bring me down
the spirit takes me
where my body cannot be
it’s almost the same
as really being free

Wedding Band

Often times as we held hands
your fingers sought out my wedding band
feeling it for reasons I never knew
perhaps it was a comfort to you
that though the years were growing long
the love was there, the love was strong
It always filled me with tender pride
when you touched my ring
walking side by side