It never ceases to amaze me
the diversity of life
humans, animals and flowers
to name a certain slice.
How can one deny a God
that created everything?
the sun, the moon, the universe
the joy a sunset brings.
Such a grand creator
so marvelous His ways
His love is ever-present
through each and every day.
Majestic mountains, vast oceans
glowing stars that shine above
such examples of His works
inspire us with love.
It never ceases to amaze me
how men can doubt what's certain
the evidence before their eyes
as they face the final curtain.

In the narrow path of life
You guide me
from the danger that is there
whether on the mountain trail
or on a boulevard
Your love, You share.
Precious Lord, Your blessings
are forever
my faith increases as I walk
with thoughts of You to cheer me
in all of my endeavors.
You are the solace that I seek
the anchor of my very soul
I need not fear what man can do to me
salvation is my only goal.
Thank You Lord for calling
out my name
You took from a life of sin
wiped clean the scars I had
that filled my heart with shame.
I am a new creation, thanks to You
transformed by truth and hope
unshackled by my bonds
I find that I can finally cope.
All praise and glory belongs to You
for the peace and love I find
with those that feel the way I do
with the brethren of like minds.

In the absence of your love
I felt betrayed
was I wrong to think it would
be different, had you stayed?
Love's a funny thing I know
it can be great, but then
why do I feel so low?
We never could agree on life
you wanted to be the boss
I had my doubts that you could lead
now, I'm paying for the loss.
Down the tubes love went
we could not save it in the end
too many barriers to fight
and so, it went around the bend
Out of sight but not out of mind
we tried and tried, but it was gone
never to return for a final time
love's old, sweet, bitter song.

Heat surrounds me
like an unwanted blanket.
I'm sitting in my shorts
nothimg else, on the porch.
Hints of a soft breeze does not help,
they are waves of hot air,
not at all pleasent.
Tickling beads of precipatation
form on my back, chest and armpits.
In the shade of my enclosure,
the thermometer reads...100 derees.
I am reading a good book by Ken Follet,
800 pages in length. (I am on
page 262)
In the valley of the sun (Phoenix),
it's 118.
Just knowing that makes
me feel cooler instantly.
Summer in Arizona is not
for the faint-of-heart.
I come inside to towel off and get a cold drink.
It is 75 degrees in the living room.
I head for the recliner, get comfy
and take my afternoon nap.

A turkey leg's delicious
with potatoes, it is grand
veggies are nutrious
have  it in your head, to plan;
Just what to eat and when
portions are the things to count
when in doubt, eat less
just have the right amount
it eliminates the stress.
Eat well and please, be merry
a steak with mashed potatoes
with a glass of frothy sherry
perhaps a salad with tomatoes.
Eat just what you crave
and do not over eat
your not livimg in some cave
we want you slim and neat!

We pray for rain
it's the only thing to do
it's dry upon the plain
and in the mountains too.
Spring is absent in these parts
the driest month is June
it's enough to break some hearts
or go crazy as a loon.
All we can do is pray
and hope He hears our call
to send the rain this way
end this prolonged stall.
The flowers wait and droop
the trees are shedding leaves
they're waiting to re-coup
we're asking pretty-please.
We have to pray for rain
it's all that we can do
to ease these arid plains
to help us see it through!

Your time is now
shadows of the night
creep (I don't know how)
it just seems right.
I yawn as sleep approaches
I look forward to the rest
numbness of the limbs enroaches
sleep to get things off my chest.
Blotting out the day
as I slowly slumber
I had my fill, my say
no more, my pick of numbers.
Going to the land of Nod
be back in seven hours
nestled in my quiet pod
climing ivory towers.
Goodnight and fond farewell
adieu and sweet goodbyes
in dreams I soon will dwell
with snoring and deep sighs.