God needed someone to be a mom.
Someone special to embrace
Little ones—giving them the love
And care they need.
Someone willing to sacrifice
In order to nurture and teach them.
Someone to listen to their problems
And help them find a solution.
Someone to discipline,
And guide them
Until they spread their wings—
Leaving the nest
To make a life of their own.
God needed someone special
For such a unique task,
And that is why He chose you.
Congratulations for a job well-done.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

Rarely does one not like ice cream:
Strawberry, vanilla, chocolate—more.
The cone. The sandwich. And the bar.
Homemade, or, bought from the store.

Check out the fave banana split
Or the apple pie ala mode.
The tasty chocolate sundae is
Remembered in this ice-cream ode.

There are many ice cream flavors:
Blueberry, peach and coffee too.
Lime, orange, cherry. Butter pecan;
Whatever’s uniquely you.

And let me be the first to say
‘Happy National Ice Cream Day.’

Mother. Daughter.  Sister.  Wife.
Women make a difference in life.
Their person is defendable.
Their role is indispensable.

Women are irreplaceable;
Their MO is nontraceable.
Smart and intelligent are they—
One of a kind in every way.

Woman prefer their own style,
Specially walking down the aisle.
And donning cotton, silk or lace—
She is found in every place.
(Revised 2/2018.)

Let love
Be for love’s sake
And naught else.  Not riches
Not fame or hidden agendas.  
But love.

Friends and
Friendship. Sometimes,
They are diamonds in the
Rough. And, simply, sometimes they are
Diamonds.

Amazing is Your gift of grace,
That You should even think of me.
I am convinced Your love is true
‘Tis by Your concern, I can tell.

Grace. Oh, marvelous grace divine
All wrapped with love-- a thing sublime.
A grace that gives and gives and gives.
With sweetness of a pealing chime.

And oh, that You should give to me
Such gift so beautiful and free—
A wondrous thing. A mystery.
How grateful I shall ever be.

And I, in turn, with rapid pace,
Do thank You for Your gift of grace.

Put all man’s failures in a heap,
And then they would exceed the skies.
But God’s great mercy far exceeds
The sum of all man’s sinful pride.

For all the heart can think, or do,
Or dream in its deceptive mode—
He has a plan for me and you:
Forgiveness (a divine code).

It is a mystery divine
How God forgives our failures all
And beckons one with love sublime
Tho’ few dare answer His clear call.

Oh lovely deity Divine
I take thy mercy to be mine.

Put all man’s failures in a heap,
And then they would exceed the skies.
But God’s great mercy far exceeds
The sum of all man’s sinful pride.

For all the heart can think, or do,
Or dream in its deceptive mode—
He has a plan for me and you:
Forgiveness (a divine code).

It is a mystery divine
How God forgives our failures all
And beckons one with love sublime
Tho’ few dare answer His clear call.

Oh lovely deity Divine
I take thy mercy to be mine.

God heals all sorrows,
And all pain.
God heals all brokenness
When life seems vain.

So when in doubt
Of what to do,
Look to the Lord
To see you through.

Each painful step
Along the way,
Remember that God
Still heals today.

God’s love is
Pure and perfect.
He loves you,
And He loves me.
My heart’s smitten
With His love.
Now how idyllic
This should be.

Only
Yesterday you
Were here. Today you’re gone.
Tomorrow and beyond I’ll think
Of you.

Green gecko resting
Sunning ‘pon a sago frond -
Humanity reels.

Bright skies. White pillowed
Clouds. Birds. Luminous sunrays -
Mirrored in grey pond.

Punxsutawney Phil
Saw his shadow today,
Then did an ‘about face,’
And scurried away.

No fan of the winter
He shrugged, and sighed eeks!
Then returned to his den
For another six weeks.

And, so, it seems winter
Will take its sweet time
In yielding to spring’s
Magnanimous chime.

As a young man (30ish)
Sat alone in a room,
His feeble voice
Rang out:
"If there's anyone here,
Please talk to me."

"Help!" He continued.
"I've gotta go
To the bathroom.
Please, help me!"
Echoed his broken,
Lame voice.

Sadly, his cry
Fell on deaf ears.

I've seen him
Throw himself down,
And banging his head
On the floor--
In a loud voice,  
Cursed God continuously.

With a lamenting voice,
He prayed to die.
And yet, he lived.

In pitious ragings,
He'd severely
Threaten others.
But with family,
He remained utterly calm.
Only his family
Could console him.

My heart ached for him,
As my eyes welled with tears.
For, you see,
He was young and blind.

Unfortunately,
He was a young blind man,
Consumed by his blindness.

Amid nature’s finest things
That make the taste buds sing,
Are summer-fresh cherries.
Deliciously mouth-watering.

Ruefully, as summer wanes,
Cherries go out of season.
But upon their due return,
I’m cheery for a reason.

The most delightful of fruits—
In my HMO.
Perhaps for they’re exquisiteness,
Or that I love them so.

The cherry, a gift from God,
Spruces the daily diet.
It grows on trees and tastes so good.
The perfect dessert.  Try it.
(Revised 2/2018.)

Happy butterflies.
Sunflowers. But then, there’s a -
Hidden side to life.

Where my favorite flowers
Rest in a vase.  
And I deal with matters
At a personal pace.

Where I spend winter,
Spring, summer, and fall.
And my favorite pictures
Grace every wall.

And it’s where I recover
When I have been frail—
Where I get all my tweets,
My ‘e’ and ‘snail’ mail.

Home is full of memories
Pleasant, kind and sweet.
Thoughtful and endearing
with memories unique.
Among the celebrations,
‘Tis there you will find
Happy family gatherings
Of all sorts and kind.
Birthdays and holidays
With peace for the mind.
Home is a place of  rest.
The home is an ensign.

Human behavior is
A phenomenal wonder
Having been  studied
Since the beginning
Of time.  And, today,
It is still a mystery.

I am a unique gift given unto men—
Sent to teach and guide, and to comfort them.
From the heart of God, peace and hope I bring.
Adding depth to life, I give the soul wings.
I am Poetry.

I was here for ages, even before dawn.
I can make mount’ns skip and the deserts spawn.
The masters are all gone, who have imprints laid.
But I am here for eons to tell what ‘they’ve said.
I am Poetry.

Give me a voice, lend me an ear;
I will tell of yesteryear,
When in water the earth did lay,
And God created the first day.
I’ll give you love;  I’ll give you land.  
And place a wand in your hand.
With words, soothing and so sweet,
I’ll lay the world down at your feet.
I am Poetry.

My going is from east to west,
My message is of peace.
Inspiring souls in every quest,
I give true hope to each.
I can make the flowers laugh  
Or give the trees arms.
I can make the brines rage
Or render them ever so calm.
I am Poetry.

Give me a voice, and I will speak
Of the ocean, earth and sky.
I dwell amongst the noble,
The humble and the wise.
Look for me amid the stars,
There is where I’ll be.
In meadows, fields, gardens…
The sunset and the sea.
I am Poetry.

I am tucked beneath great rocks
Or hidden in the sand.
Come, now, search gingerly,
And find me—if you can.
I am poetry.
(1997)

Today He sang a lovely song
Thro’ a sparrow perching near.
He sung to me a lovely song
To wane my hurt and wax my cheer.

I knew it was Him all the time,
There, posing as a little bird;
Concealing His identity.
The sweetest melody e’er heard.

Yes, ‘twas You singing to me
Thro’ the voice of a sparrow near.
Your song brought comfort to my heart.
An act to say how much You care.
I thank You for the sparrow’s song.
How glad I am he came along.

Congratulations to those
Fortunate enough
To take the plunge,
Crossing the threshold
Into a new zone,
Once more to brave
Life’s uncharted waters.

May your sunshine be bright
And your coffers be full.
May your storms be few
And your furnaces be less.

May you laugh more than cry
And smile more than frown.
For every blessing to be had,
May good health be your crown.
Happy New Year Everybody.

Often,
Life is like a
Falling object.  But He
Caches us just in time--that we
Are safe.

Lazarus was a beggar
Somewhere in space and time
As others fared sumptuously
In their life sublime.
Homeless and full of sores
He laid at a rich man’s gate.
No one to love and care for him.
His poverty garnered hate.
At the mercy of others
Was how he would survive
Till that fateful day in which
The beggar was to’ve died.
And since he was a pauper
(No riches, fame nor power)
There was no lavish funeral,
No wreath, nor card, nor flower.
But at this world’s departure
The angels took his hand
Off to Abraham’s *****—
That bright, fair holy land.

While in the rich man’s hand,
His riches were an art.
The beggar held the love of God
Deep down within his heart.
Ah, in heaven he has friends
And family galore.
There he wears a regal robe
And not the rags he wore.
His earthly pal was the dog
That often cleaned his sores:
A mutt, now remembered,
In heaven—evermore.
The rich man held to riches
That he dreaded to depart.
But within the beggar’s *****
Was a truly humble heart.

The only way to
Fully embrace today
Is to let go of yesterday.
Just like one cannot,
Simultaneously, look back
And successfully move forward.
Even so, one cannot, both,
Dwell in the past and
Fully be in the present.
Let go of the past;
Take hold of today.

Life’s pendulum
Swings with time:
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.

Good and bad.
Life and death:
Back and forth,
Back and forth.

Joy and sorrow.
Sunshine and rain:
Back and forth,
Back and forth.

Yes. That’s life.
It never continues
On one course,
But is ever back and forth.

Life—a beautiful
And sacred phenomenon -
Plagued with so much ill.

Life is
As the sea with
Events, and matters, and
Times and circumstances that come
In waves...

Unless
We be flooded.
Overwhelmed by all that
Is heaped ‘pon us. And crushed by the
Vast tides.

He lets
Them come in waves
That we should not be swept
Into oblivion. What great
Mercy.

Like the closing of curtains,
So are the doors of life.
As there was an opening,
There shall be a closing.
For there was a beginning,
And there must be an end.
But may each intermediate step
Be laid after God’s own choosing.

We are everyday people,
But in conflict.
As soldiers,
We battle the challenge
Of life’s myriad issues.

In defense…
Opposing those things,
Such as could defeat
And take us down.

We weave
Our way through the
Corridors of this life,
Praying for a good end. Happy
Voyage.

Amazing the beauty
In simple things.
A little wildflower,
A ripple’s rings.

The twinkling of a star.
A bright moonbeam.
The babbling of a brook.
Billowing steam.

Simple touch of a hand.
Smile on a face.
The sound of pure laughter.
Some deed, or grace.

Not the grandest splendor,
Nor the abyss—
But for simplicity.
Blink and you’ll miss.

Amazing the beauty
In simple things.
A little wildflower,
A ripple’s rings.

The twinkling of a star.
A bright moonbeam.
The babbling of a brook.
Billowing steam.

Simple touch of a hand.
Smile on a face.
The sound of pure laughter.
Some deed, or grace.

Not the grandest splendor,
Nor the abyss—
But for simplicity.
Blink and you’ll miss.

What will life’s tide
Bring today?  
What will it bring,
And in its wake,
What will it carry away?

Light is
Enabling. The
Womb of light is the dawn.
God is the source from whom all things
Spring forth.

Skies bright, clear and blue.
Sun smiling down with jolly
Rays—earth in shadows.

It seems a fairytale to me
Too beautiful for eyes to see.
Oh, what a dream. Oh, what a song.
Will I awake before too long?

The healer, Christ, who is adored;
A ruler. King. And Lord of lords.
The Prince of peace in whom we trust,
Gone to prepare a place for us.

A palace in a distant land
For each of us. Oh, what a plan.
With gates of pearl and streets of gold
The half of which has not been told.

All joy and peace; no more to weep.
Oh, wake me not, just let me sleep.

The little black book Mamma would read
Was filled with miracles—a wonder indeed.
It showed God’s love; taught many a thing,
Gave lots of hope and caused her to sing.

She daily prayed and sought God’s Word,
On which pages His voice she heard.
As for His promises, with never a doubt,
The Word of God—it brought her out.

And from that book, she'd never depart,
But hid it deep within her heart.
When Mom’s days on earth were done,
The Word took wings and they as one
Sailed the skies, beyond the blue.
God’s Word is faithful and ever true.

Ready for the challenges
Life will surely bring.
Forever love remains poised
To withstand the sting.

Now, to its sincere moorings,
Love's a gentle king
Chiming with all faithfulness
That shall ever ring.

For its grace and purity
Love does humbly sing.
Beholden unto sacrifice,
But honors it will bring.

The hand of kindness,
A smile of gold.
Some tender thought.
A tale untold.

A caring touch
On every hand.
Love, so lovely,
For every man.

Lofty, noble,
Unassuming.
Ever faithful
Ever blooming.

Hurricane Maria,
With rancor in her stride,
Swept ‘cross the ****** Isles.
From her, none could hide.

Smashing Puerto Rico
She turned it upside down.
Forced it into crisis mode,
And made it a ghost town.

She struck right quick and hard
To whirl, and twist and toss.
Cut water, food and pow’r
As folks wept for their loss.

Maria spun casualties
Among those near and dear.
But time still trundles on
Tho life is all but clear.

Midst such devastation,
Who knows where to begin?
But the people must rebuild
Regardless the tail spin.

It’s not
A question of
Who’s right or who is wrong,
But what is right and what is wrong
That counts.

Mental
Strength is vital
To meet life’s challenges.
The building blocks of victory—
The mind.

Any
Thing else lost is
A hindrance. But lose the
Mind, and it stops one in his tracks.
Mem’ry.

Dainty.
The pretty gloves
Delicately embraced
Her tender hands—enfolding her
Essence.

Her grace
Was so tender
Making her uniquely
The type of mother God called her
To be.

Plop, plop--
Flip flop. Scouring
Around in Momma’s shoes--
Too BIG for me. I aspired to be
Like her.