In today's world it is an eye for an eye
My simple question for all...is this, “Why?”
Often I feel the desire to just cry

I thought that society had outgrown being a child
This upsetting thought seems so wild
For Christ taught us to be meek and mild

Why can't we live in harmony and in peace
Making many, many new friends with such perfect ease
Upon each special moment we should seize

The opportunity to grow
To the world we would definitely show
That hand in hand, together, a better life we could sow

New friends we would meet
A happier world we would create
Into plowshares, our swords, would we beat

This I don't understand
Why we hurt our brothers and sisters when they can't stand
Justice for all is my demand

White, black, brown, yellow, or blue
We all have our own special hue
For God created both me and you

His commandments we are asked to obey
It is not for us to disobey
This He had to say

That contention is the workings of the devil
It is nothing more than pure, unadulterated evil
If we continue to disobey, through war and pestilence, us, as a society, He will level

With my thoughts fraught with dismay
I turn to the babe who in the manger did lay
As once again I hear Him say

That we should have peace on Earth
It is something that we all deserve
I believe that it is time for a rebirth

Of old forgotten values
That Christ’s example should help us chose
To make amends, old habits and aggressions would we lose

To live as He would have us live
Family, friends, and neighbors, as if everyone was a close relative
Let this be our main focus; within us, our hearts and souls should it drive

Each one of us to be an equal, was His great quest, to this we should visualize
His dream for all of us today, we should realize
This earthly boat we should not capsize

We all need to lay hands upon the oars
When upon life's billows, we need to head towards the safety of those distant shores
And anchor ourselves once more to Christ's mighty moors.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
January 18, 2021

I hear the announcer’s call
A sea of runners, one and all
Jogging to the starting line
You'll find me in the front line  

I'm getting ready to run my race
My shoestrings did I tightly lace
Jetting off the starting blocks like a piece of hot lead
I sprint to get ahead

I quickly seek to take the lead
I pump my arms like mad
My footprints they can trace
As I set a very fast pace

The meters go flying by
I hear my supporter’s shrill cry
Onward, faster, run, run faster
This race you'll soon master

My quickened breath
The air whistling in and out of my mouth
My legs pound the ground
My lungs are making this horrible sound

Everyone I quickly pass
But I'm almost out of gas
Harder and harder do I run
This race is no longer fun

I see the finish line
The trophy, no my trophy, has such a beautiful shine
I've run my race
Within my fingers that trophy they'll place

I know it'll be mine
Not giving it to me would be such a crime
I chance a glance behind me
Turning back, I run smack dab into a tree

The emergency workers are instantly here
Their diagnosis is, my head, will forever be square
My race, my trophy went to the guy behind me
As I look up at the spinning stars that only I can see

I manage to hobble to my feet
I will never show defeat!!
I thank God for my thickhead
As I cross the finish line with a white bandage round my head

Written by:
Jason Cheney
February 2021

Two grandmas hobbling down the street
To their eyes, a sign did greet
The next movement is when their eyes did meet

The one to the other
I double dog dare you, since you are much, much older
She said with her humorously, dry, funny laughter

Slide that leg up the post
Then hold it for a minute or two, at the most
A picture on social media I'll post

A challenge not to be avoided
The grandmother, her leg she hoisted
You know, for this pose I could be arrested!

So how does this look?
It's exactly the same as the one in our outdated high school yearbook
But with a chuckle, today I'll show it to one and all, on Facebook

Hurry up, my leg is beginning to tire
As she then began to ponder
If she should have taken this double dog dare.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
February 17, 2021

In a world of sorrow and pain
Oftentimes, when it appears only to rain
And everything has gone completely down the drain
The drop of each tear causes such a horrible, wet stain

The need now for heroes is more readily needed
The loneliness within our hearts hasn't been treated
An immense, dark hole has been created
The fact that severe depression is being left unimpeded

When in life, what we really need, are simply more unsung heros
Sharing happiness is what he or she happily and readily sows
They find those people in need, by following their hearts and their nose
Because heartache and pain often are hid behind simple, plain clothes

A heaven sent message, ministering angels always bring
They swoop in, just in time, to lift someone's spirit it would seem
They show their willingness to help by selflessly serving
To alleviate other people's pain and suffering

This special hero is found without a cape or fancy car
They don't leap tall buildings nor thru the air do they swiftly soar
They aren't those men or women from legend or lore
But when in need, the light of their car is seen from a mile or more

My heart, a friend, it did yearn
Even though it wasn't any of their concern
This lesson I did quickly learn
That through the whisperings of the spirit, my need they did discern

Their bright smiles and comforting embrace
Are what's needed to put depression in its place
Unhappiness and loneliness they quickly erase
They're a true friend whose heart of gold is easy to trace

Unlike those heroes of legend and lore
These types of heroes stick around for a few years or more
Their embrace has such infinite power, my smile they did restore
This happened in my earthly mansion, behind my closed, front door

Each person do they edify
When they appeared upon my doorstep, I didn't question why
To my succor did they fly
They lifted my spirits before they said goodbye

These ministering angels are a hero to all
Not just during Christmas time or earlier in the fall
They don't care if you are short or tall
For their simple acts of kindness, their names are written in heaven, if I recall

So superheroes they've become
On to the next house, they've run
Love for all is their mighty anthem
To impart with others a portion of their joy and wisdom

These ordinary heroes can never be mistaken
From them, encouragement, have we taken
Their saving powers cannot be hidden
A vision of Heaven, hope, and love did they awaken

Of these amazing heroes, what more can I say
Their willingness to stop and help a stranger, when in earnest I did pray
This special memory of these ministering angels, forever with me will stay
I hope that I too can become a hero, to someone, someday.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
January 2021

The morning was so clear and bright
Oh it was such a beautiful sight
The air was brisk and pure
Sound could travel at least a mile for sure
A noise fell on these deaf ears of mine
It was so hard to define
A bird or cat I did not know
So away I did go searching high and low
I followed each sound
Until I found
To my amaze, two small little ***** of fur
Hidden in a hollow, under a rock, calling in fear
Abandoned and scared
Calling for help, it appeared
In sympathy, I held them close
Their lament was for their mother who felt no morose, then said Adiós

So away I went
On two important tasks I was sent
One hour, two hours my heart did ponder
On two little bundles of fur
Did their mother hear their pleas?
As I drew nearer, I was not pleased
To hear their tiny voices
Shouting (Rending the air) for a mother who had made her choices
To never return to them
Even though they were such a gem

So I gathered them up, one light brown and grey, the other black
I would never look back
I raced to the store
Hoping to score
I found some milk
It was supposed to be smoother than silk

I brought them home for all to see
And what should come to be?
First one then the other
Everyone acted like they were these tiny kitten's mother.

But harsh is this world in which we live
First the brown and grey did take leave
Falling asleep in eternal bliss
Oh how comforting is death's kiss

The black kitty we nicknamed "The Fighter"
Oh how he loved to meander
Calling for his sister
Finally getting used to a fake Mother

The nights were cold
He'd snuggle under the blanket fold
Life is full of twists and turns
He must have felt concerns
That he was left all alone
To take on the unknown

He must have felt the need to return
To seek the caress of God's hand he did yearn
So with gentle yet breaking heart
I held him close as he took start
On a journey back he did depart
Oh how my heart did ache
For one so tender and meek
He showed me how to look at life
To Never give up in a world of strife
Always fight till you've given it your all
That is why we are to walk tall
For we all took part in the creation,
Of the Plan of Salvation

So I laid him down to rest
Next to his sister, it was for the best
Now in the arms of a loving Father
He will have to travel no farther.
He came for a moment for all to see
But now he rests upon God's gentle knee.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
May 2018

What are dreams?
Dreams are those innermost desires that are often locked away in our soul
They express themselves in the form of a dream, because at the heartstrings, they do fiercely pull
At the end of the night, we gently tuck them away
The wish for them to come true, often leads to dismay

The constant struggle between reality and our dream
Creates heartache so extreme
We fight back the tears
We implore God, “I've waited for so many years.”

My life I have lived
Work work work, this I haven't shirked
My body, I have torn in two
Another day I cannot redo

Yet each night my dream doth renew
It, my strength will always pursue
The intensity of reaching, stretching, yet still outside my outstretched fingers
Has got me nothing more than visual creases and unsightly long gray hairs

Why can't I ever obtain this, my one and only goal?
These many years of work have taken their toll!
Each day that quickly slips by
I ask myself this simple question, “Why?”

My heart and soul fill with anguish
This single desire, I do so solemnly cherish
It seems I'll never make my dream come true
This thought makes me feel terribly blue

I’ve dreamt about this so many times
That even my soul now puts my desires into rhymes
They cannot stay hidden for much longer
Their pull now is so much stronger

And thus it but seems
It was their only desire...to escape from the grasp of only being dreams
To rip each fiber apart, at the very seams


Written by:
Jason Cheney
January 2, 2021

I am the son of my father
And you'll need look no further

To see that I am from Idaho
The land of the potato

My hair is graying
My skin is tanning

I wear glasses to see
I have problems with my knee

I almost can not hear
It causes my eyes to tear

I love working with my hands
For I'm a worker of the lands

My heart is in horses
But life has a way of changing people's courses

I love to go hunting each year
Preferably for a deer

I love nature and the beauty all around
I prefer silence rather than sound

Alcohol I don't drink
Perhaps this is why I am healthier than most, I think

I don't use bad language
It causes me much anguish

I know people talk about me
But I really know the key

They don't like it when I shine
Because they only see me when I'm covered in grime

My face, my pants, my shirt
They're all covered with dirt

But my soul is clean
I try never to be mean

I need people's friendship
Because life is like a big ship

I reach port here and port there
I like places that have clean air

I do not smoke
I'm just an old cowpoke

I put my trust in all people
Because I believe life should be simple

I am who I am
I'll try never to get in a jam

I love to find long lost friends
Because in my life, I want only to break the barriers that will allow me to bend

To a life rich with friends
Which will allow me a joyous life that will never end.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
July 2019