Lori Jones McCaffery

Lori Jones McCaffery Feb 3

It’ll never be our turn to win
My horse doesn’t have a sliver saddle
I’ve ridden her for many years
With never a runout or refusal.
The judges give us second place
And hope we’ll race again next year.
ljm

And we always do.

Lori Jones McCaffery Feb 3

SIGNS

Looking for a sign that I’m heard-
Is it a bird outside my window,
A shaft of sunrise in my sky.
Is it a song come out of nowhere
Remembered and sung word for word.
How can you recognize a sign
When you don’t know what you’re looking for.
ljm

Is God listening?

Lori Jones McCaffery Feb 3

Worrier

I’m trying so hard to maintain the flame
But my candle continues to flicker.
I’ve shielded it from the heaviest winds
But the breezes of sameness assail it.
I can’t see my way if it goes out completely
With darkness now poised to swoop in.
ljm

Health problems that cause depression.

Lori Jones McCaffery Jan 26

SEED

A mustard seed
Is a mountain I can’t climb.
My faith can’t move
A single grain of sand.
ljm

The smallest of all seeds yet big bushes grow from them

Lori Jones McCaffery Jan 26

ATTIRE

You wear a cloak of gentle beauty
To hide the spiteful evilness
That fills Your soul
And poisons any hope you have
Of Heaven here on Earth
Or some day in the future
ljm

Do you know this person?

Lori Jones McCaffery Jan 21

TRANSITION

The slate is clean, as it should be.
The chalk’s beside it on the table.
But this is not a quiet room in
Peaceful calm surroundings.

The table is knee deep in mud
Of the most obnoxious ugly kind,
Spread deeply as far as eye can see
That must be somehow waded through,

Avoiding getting mired in it or even
Falling down and getting coated
With the muck that won’t come off
And will smear the pristine slate

To make unreadable any words
Of kindness, justice or fair play
That those unsullied might have written there
In hopes that all the fear was fog

And somehow we will find a way to
Sweep the mud into the drain
And justice wash away the stain
So Democracy can rule again.
ljm

Analogy attempt

Lori Jones McCaffery Jan 18

EMPEROR ELON

I’m a man named Elon Musk -
Rich beyond imagining;
And I just bought myself a country.
I get to say which way it goes
And who will do my bidding.
My monkeys are well trained and willing
Waiting for my every word
And I have many bold ideas.

I decide what papers print
And who is running Germany.
I may buy myself an island.
Greenland may not be for sale
But there are ways to cinch the deal
If I decide I want it.
Each dollar is a warrior
And I control that army.

I’m a man of untold power
Derived from marks on modern scrolls
Stored in vaults of 1s and Os
That multiply at my behest
And give me rights the ancients never had
To buy my way from Egypt’s sand
Into the gilded halls of history
Ensconced in Washington DC.
ljm

We may have a President, but like it or not, we also have an Emperor
and he wears handmade clothes.