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

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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.

Fun and Games

Often times the cure
seems worse than the disease
if you lie down with the dogs
you might get up with fleas
They say it won’t get better
until we feel the squeeze
and virtually everything
is a matter of degrees
It’s all fun and games
until one you love goes down
the statistic has a name
the expiration has a sound
you feel you should do something
you just don’t know what
anything to help untie
the knots there in your gut
The Golden rule gets lip service
from those in a position
to actually do something
to alter these conditions
and they will gladly help you
if you can pay the price
otherwise you’ll only get
gratuitous advice
Doing no harm is just about
the best that I can do
If I can’t help myself
how am I going to help you
But maybe if enough folks
get together in some way
we could help each other
make it to a better day
It’s all fun and games
until one you love goes down
the statistic has a name
the expiration has a sound

Showing Up

When your heart is in exile
remembering when to smile
might be one of
the problems that you face

Trying to act normal
when you don’t know
what normal is
you might prefer to vanish
without a trace

but we keep showing up
and going through the motions
in the usual strangely
familiar places

Hoping and fearing
for the mask to be stripped away
a return to the light of day
and the state of earthly grace