No Warrior

He washes a plate and a frying pan
he washes a fork and knife
he washes his face, he washes his hands
and settles down for the night
trying to get his head around
the bad news of the day
mind blown by the numbers
of people who need him to pray
and how with a snap of God’s fingers
so many things are shattered
and for each of us at a given time
there is just one life that matters.

He never felt like a warrior
not qualified for the task
but they must really need it
or they wouldn’t ask
So as he lays him down to sleep
he prays the Lord their souls to keep
it may seem too simple
but it’s the bottom line
I’ll pray for yours
you can pray for mine

Tested

When the world is not so amusing
your faith will be tested
by all the bad news and
often being bested
all the wrong things going on
obscure things that are right
and there is nothing you can do
except pray with all your might

It would be nice if signs
those prayers are working
were not so few
and far between
but the occasional miracle observed
keeps us proclaiming
what we have seen

Admission

I don’t want a lot
more than I want
but I don’t think much
about either
until a choice
presents itself
requiring a believer

avoiding pursuit
avoiding retreat
avoiding resistance
avoiding defeat
if simple peace
is your heart’s desire
God may keep you
from the fire
unless something
more important comes

which has to be beaten
which has to be won
and struggle becomes
your true admission
into the heart
of the human condition
and peace is acceptance
of whatever fate
leads you to
the Garden’s gate

Churned

The nameless faces
and faceless names
will try to tempt you
to play their games
they’ll lure you
to the edge of shame
and push you over
into the flames

you’ll hardly notice
you’re being burned
won’t really feel when
the spit is turned
you’ll think it’s something
that you have earned
won’t know you’re butter
until you are churned

beware the serpents
in all their disguises
straight and narrow
is where the wise is

Smoke

Gonna drill down to it
see what we can unpack
then we’ll figure out
what we need to walk back
if you have your mask on
better hold it tight
wouldn’t want to lose it
if someone turns on the light
When the most trusted are untrustworthy
when the most believed are liars
it’s hard to get excited
when they say the house is on fire
until you smell the smoke
and feel the heat of the flames
if you make it out alive
you’ll wonder who to blame
Whose idea was this
just who is in charge here
can they be counted on to deliver
anything besides more fear
if there’s anything you still know is real
anything you know is true
your mission is to hold it up
even if they come for you

Other Stuff

It felt like something I’d already seen
decades ago on a black and white screen
it made me laugh the way I laughed then
the hardest I’d laughed in I don’t know when

It looked like a road I’d already traveled
at a time when the fabric of my life was unraveled
but I once got to the end, hope I get there again
without losing sight of all that I’ve been

It sounded like a song that I sang long ago
reminding me of things that I already know
remembering how it made me cry
and how it made me want to try
to get to the bottom of the reason why

I haven’t seen it all, but I’ve seen enough
all this stuff reminds me of some other stuff
I’m not saying that’s bad, but it isn’t that good
sometimes it keeps me from doing what I should

Seeds

It’s best to pursue Happiness
at a very leisurely pace
that fickle creature may come to you
if it does not feel chased

you cannot bind it to you. . .
like Love, it must be free
if you want to reap the bounty
you must first sow the seeds