Einstein

I wish Einstein was here to explain
how the hours drag so slow
and the years go so fast
then he could tell me how Jesus is planning
to make the last first
and the first become last

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me know
just what to pray

I’ve grown too old
to sing a young man’s song
but I used to be certain
of what’s right and wrong
thought I had the strength
to do something about it
after seeing so much
even Einstein would doubt it

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me know
just what to pray

It seems everyday
sees another friend gone
their families struggle
just to carry on
this ebbing and flowing
they cut like a knife
Einstein would probably
say, “Hey, that’s life”

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me know
just what to pray

The setting sun paints
a fleeting masterpiece
I wait for it to come
back around from the east
and hope the pale moonlight
will light my way
Einstein why is night
so much longer than day

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me remember
just why I pray

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Founding

Back when the Fathers were busy founding
a trip to the doctor could easily kill you
if you lived you could pay your bill
with a chicken or a bag of apples
if universal healthcare had been a concept
then it might have seemed more
of a punishment than a right
but things have changed
I don’t know what it means

Back when the Founders were fathering
one gun had one bullet, then a slow reload
requiring a large group of like minded people
to conduct a decent massacre, though not unheard of
and while working to make the streets safe
for decent women and children
a rifle over every hearth
did not seem as unreasonable
as an arsenal in every closet
but things have changed
and I don’t know what it means

Back when the Fathers were founding
there were few crowded theaters
in which to shout “Fire!”
tree stumps and soap boxes
were poor platforms and it took
determined liars to spread their bile
no push of a button to circle the globe
common sense was perhaps more common
and the ones who could read knew better
than to believe everything they did
but things have changed
and I don’t know what it means

The Fathers who founded would be
shocked to see the wrongs become
right and the rights become wrong
half impressed and half depressed
by the astonishing changes
wrought by two centuries and change
but the faith they had in their posterity
might still bear the desired fruits
each generation must decide its own course
that much hasn’t changed
if you know what I mean

Keep On Shining

I look to the heavens
I see nothing new
stars whose names I do not know
they all remind me of you
brave lights in the darkness
a million years away
so far out of reach the only
thing to do is pray.

Thank you for the light and hope
without it, I could not cope
one of these days I’ll fly away
and get to where you are
until then keep on shining
my precious star

Love is sweet
love is sad
love is the only thing
that makes what we call
life worth the living
it might be a promise
it might be a dream
it might be a memory
or even a scheme
but we have known
ever since our youth
that love is in fact the Truth

Thank you for the light and hope
without it, I could not cope
one of these days I’ll fly away
and get to where you are
until then keep on shining
my precious star

Everybody

Everybody falls in time
the heroes leading the charge
the ones following behind
the innocent bystanders
those guilty of the crimes
the ones who love every minute
the ones who hate it all
we don’t know the hour or day
we just know we’re going to fall

We try not to think about it
take precious moments for granted
let molehills and mountains trade identities
hold on to views too slanted
but reminders come hard and fast
grand finales go bust
as hard as we might resist
we all go back to dust

So live it like you mean it
even when it’s hard to do
maybe it will mean something
when you’re finally through

Rising

The saying goes
you will reap what you sew
so the goal is to sew good
seeking a just reward
peace and love
and the other cliches
what more dare we ask
of these earthly days

but we are not blind
to the purveyors
of discord and hate
with whom there
can be no debate
I am in awe of those
whose fate
is to be the harvest
which sweeps them away

For there must be
a rising tide of good will
a flash flood of love
God may punish them
on another plane
but if we do not strive
to erase the stain
He will likely ask us
to explain

Why we failed to stand
up and say “No!”

Above and Beyond

You can’t make sense of senseless
no matter how you try
been at it for decades now
no closer to a reason why

What does make sense is families
and friends and yes, communities
loving each other
through heartaches and horrors
lifting each other
above and beyond
the how and why and where
being irrelevant compared
to what happens
from this moment on

Mid-life

One continues to mostly hang around witnessing
the frantic goings-on of humanity, bewildered
by the urgency of it all, moved by the disasters
and triumphs but not always getting the point.

One does what one must, usually at the last
minute, and what one should, and sometimes
what one wants. In no particular order.

One takes pleasure where and when possible
knowing pleasure and happiness to be
transitory states of mind.

One isn’t too pleased that states
of mind are all transitory, but tries not to think
about it too much to keep from going crazier.

One tries to appear as normal as possible.
One tries not to complain.
One tries to appreciate his many blessings.
One prays a lot.
One tries to keep the Major Commandments.
One tries to remember to put the seat down.
One continues to wonder.