My Pathetic

I’d rather not
walk a mile
no matter whose
shoes I’m in
I prefer letting
my mind do
the wandering

My pathetic has
plenty of em and sym
so it’s easy enough
not to judge
imagination takes me
enough places I
don’t want to go

here in the glass house
we keep stones under
lock and key so we
won’t be tempted to throw

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Listen For The Sound

Bent but not broken
bloodied but not defeated
in spite of what you might’ve heard
or what somebody tweeted
patience is a virtue waiting
for the go-round to come back around
the winds of change keep changing direction
listen for the sound

They might be hiding
in a cabin in the woods
they might be laying low
in a run down neighborhood
they may be somewhere off the grid
they might even be underground
waiting tor the winds of change to change
listen for the sound

They might say wrong is right
they might say dark is light
they might say that Jesus
was only joking around
but the winds of change will change direction
listen for the sound

When you’re alone
in a crazy place
out beyond laws
of time and space
things you know to be lost
can miraculously be found
when the winds of change change direction
listen for the sound

The pendulum dividing us
someday will stop swinging
then the heavens will rejoice
the angels will be singing
a plumb bob in the center
is where it will hang down
the winds of change will stop changing
listen for the sound

They might say wrong is right
they might say dark is light
they might say that Jesus
was only joking around
but the winds of change will change direction
listen for the sound

Rocky

Outside the dirty window
the courtyard lamp defeats the darkness
about the same way
the refrigerator and air
conditioner keep silence at bay
not too well
there is little defense against
memories and thoughts
lurking beyond the circle of light
like hyenas desirous
of rending my flesh

There is a beam in my eye
there is a thorn in my side
I am weary and heavy laden
so if you seek a prophecy
remember, this is only me
the blind leading the blind
seeking that I might find
asking that I may receive
turning the page
that I may believe
a seed fallen on rocky soil
too stubborn to surrender

Praise Mercy

When you have pains that you can live with
and pains you can’t live without
one day you beg the Lord for mercy
the next you praise Him with a shout
the process is confusing
but you don’t need to comprehend
as long as you aren’t broken
just be glad that you can bend

and when you feel yourself cracking
or you’re in pieces on the ground
you may be the beneficiary
of a miracle most profound
of course you’ll never be the same
but you may rise above
what you once thought was the pinnacle
on the wings of the Healing Dove

looking back on the journey
one thing you will know
the Lord had mercy on you
so praise him all creatures below

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

Old Clay

Weary of the rain
tired of the chill
an old clay flower pot
sitting on the window sill
soil depleted by last year’s bloom
the stillness of a darkened room

soil can be refreshed
one can open the blinds
do everything you can think to do
or retreat into your mind
go ahead, see what you can find
there’s nothing much to lose
except a galloping case
of the morning after blues

Break

The beauty can be hard to see
when dealing with some difficulty
you must have faith
that it will reappear
we learn from history
the hardest part of being free
is standing up and
facing down your fears

When there are cloudy skies
you are wondering why
and how you made that
last mistake
be patient, make another change
believe that God will arrange
some sort of parting
and a needed break