Help me to stand in times of storms.

Help me to stand in the times of Pain.

Help me to stand in times of struggles.

Christ help me to always stand firm.

Help me to stand with others in Prayer.

Help me Lord, to stand up for you here.

Help me to stand in times of struggle.

Help me O God, to stand , even in times.

Where everyone else here fall down Jesus.

If I climbed a mountain
But turned back before dawn
If I climbed a mountain
But it was the wrong one
Would it mean I didn’t try hard enough?

I had a doctor give me some bad news
But it wasn’t as sad as when I made you mad
Then there was a traffic jam the other day
Something about a stalled Ford and a light gone bad
And all I can do is talk about something I once had

If I told you that I know you
But ordered the wrong drink
If I told you that I know you
But don’t know what to think
Would it mean I didn’t listen to you enough?

There’s a door next to some peeling paint
The hinges know the glory and the most of the story
We don’t know how to understand the right language
We say the wrong things when love gets too gory
But the worst part is it took this long to say I’m sorry

Vacation

I have been invited to the golden coast of Spain
White beaches blue sea, cooling in the sun.

The Mediterranean postcard beauty, tempting
It is also full of thousands of dead bodies.

On days after storm, it is possible to walk on bodies
From Tripoli to Lampedusa and not getting wet.

The sea that crashes ashore on coastal Portugal
Is green, refreshing I will stick to the Atlantic sea.

A dog's life

On the dog the blazing sun pours
but closed are all the doors

hungry and thirsty and mad in heat
the asphalt burns his feet

Isn't there a kind heart
to see and feel his pain

to play God's part
as His will ordained?

Life without a roof

His bed is the pavement
roof the firmament

famished and sick
his pillow is a brick

people pass without a stare
if you're fine all else is fair

their sight is a shame
disreputes the city's fame

Where is God?

Full is His misery's cup
all muddled up
He has no clue

why nothing went fine
with his divine design
what to do!

Is all lost?*

Two gifts you still can feel
in your mind live their trace

to use them if you truly will
love and kindness*.

Words are now
as if
I never wrote

gather as an aching
lump in my throat.

They don't seek paper
only a river
to pour and mingle
in refrains of a dumb sadness
flow away
sunburned and tidewashed
to where the river is widest
deepest with sighs
of life not enough
in once only
and when just begun
ending broken on the shore.

Last night
I lifted my head
to the sky
seemingly
not so far away
like my dog on the porch
listening
to the songs of the frogs
singing up a storm
I asked her, sweet mutt
of mine to interpret
their words
and she looked at me
as if to say
just listen my friend
they sing of the wind
and the pines
the ocean
that great saltwater dish
where we were born
and the coming
of a great tide
and how we should be
more kind
to our Mother
the Earth tomorrow
on her Birthday
they sing instructions
and warnings
of obituaries heard
in a thunderous warming
then she sighed
and closed her eyes
thumping her tail
in time with the chorous
as the moon
raised his great blind eye
up over the forest.

The gentleness of the Dove
Bang and Crash of Thunder
two sides of one flipped coin.