Longing for Light: A New dawning

Longing for light,
The empty soul
Dwells in suffocating darkness.

Longing for light,
The desolate man
Lives a life of quiet desperation.

Longing for light,
The troubled couple
Battles a cyclone of marital woes.

Longing for light,
The dysfunctional family
Wrestles a tsunami of social concerns.

Longing for light,
The hungry community
Struggles to avoid mass starvation.

Longing for light,
The warring country
Fights to prevent total annihilation.

Longing for light,
The entire world awaits
A new dawning for humankind.

Longing for light leads to the anticipation of a new dawning.

It's Easy: It May Be Easy, But is it Wise?

It's easy
To toss your life away,
To follow the pessimist of the day,
To fill the blanks with nothing much,
To leave your heart open to such,
But is it wise?

It's easy
To ignore the word of truth,
To not insist on finding proof,
To let the world just go around,
Without the peace you could have found,
But is it wise?

It's easy
To suffer pain so silently,
To not fight back so you are free,
To break the heart of fellow man,
Simply just because you can,
But is it wise?

It's easy
To join the pack that rules the world,
To just ignore a flag unfurled,
To stand for nothing but your self,
To place world history on a shelf,
But is it wise?

It's easy
To forget the words your parents spoke,
To let your life go up in smoke,
To forget all so near and dear,
To walk right past a small child's tear,
But is it wise?

It's easy
To become a better man,
To strive for good while you still can,
To make the world a better place,
To show love for the human race.
Now that is wise.

Life offers many choices, but the decision is ours.

We Never Had a Chance: The Power of Love Controls Passion

The power of love was far too strong;
We never had a chance,
Though we tried not to fall in love,
Pure love began its dance.

The moonlight and the twinkling stars
Dispersed across the sky,
Before we knew it, we held hands
And time flew quickly by.

It was never our intention
To give in to desire.
The yearning, burning of sweet love
Set both our hearts on fire.

And then the moment right was there,
Just too much to resist.
Before we knew it, we were trapped
And then, alas, we kissed.

With wine and roses, chocolates,
Love's fury to enhance
And love's pure passion in control,
We never had a chance.

Love's pure passion is subject to the power of love.

A Slight Disaster:What is a Disaster to You?

A slight disaster, so they say;
Disasters happen day by day.
A dress that has a fallen hem,
A flower with broken stem.
A cup that's shattered in the dark,
Two brothers fighting in the park.
A child who loses his pet toad,
A fender bender on the road.
A puppy all alone, so lost,
Insurance that won't pay the cost.
The things that don't go well at work,
A father, who his task would shirk.
Disasters of the day are found,
Where expectations do abound.
A make-up tip that's gone awry,
A satellite falls from the sky.
A flood, road access that's denied,
A leader, who it seems has lied.
A trail of death because of wind,
The fate of humankind who sinned.
Love heals disasters all the time,
Sometimes through poetry and rhyme.
Perhaps it takes a mother's love,
Or greater power from above.

Slight disasters occur daily in our lives, but love has the power to bring healing in any disaster.

We're Not Kids Anymore: But, If We Were...

We're not kids anymore,
But if we were...

When we were kids, our world was free,
Or such was our reality.

It was a world of two-plus-two
And a,b,c, "Dick and Jane", too.

Our lives were filled with wondrous dreams
And hand-me-downs with lengthened seams.

A world where crayons played their part,
Paint box and brushes, paper, art.

New, home-made skis to roam the hills
And skates to learn some different skills.

Another baby on the way,
New bassinet just for that day.

Bright, sunny days with berries sweet,
New shoes to fit the largest feet.

Piano music filled the air,
With Christmas baking everywhere.

From child to child, the boots passed down,
Along with a soft, granny gown.

Fishing for rainbow trout was fun
And swimming in the summer sun.

The one-room school was right next door,
Square dancing on the waxy floor.

Whispering in the dark of night,
A children's world of pure delight.

But we're not kids anymore….

The days of yesteryear hold fond memories to reflect upon.

To Hear His Laugh: Red Boots From Santa

Red boots from Santa would be great,
But do you think, perhaps too late?

With Christmas just one day away,
What do you think that he will say?

To hear his laugh would be such fun.
"Ho, ho, ho," then I might just run.

A letter to Santa, I will send.
When his elves get it, rules, they'll bend.

I've not been naughty, really nice.
I'll make cookies, cinnamon spice.

What kind of boots, leather or silk?
I will leave Santa some warm milk.

Red boots to play out in the snow;
I'll be happy, my best friend show.

Leather for outdoors would be best;
Silk slippers too, just for my guest?

The postman's coming. It's getting late.
I hope that we don't have to wait.

Is it ever too late to send a letter to Santa?

Hold Out Your Hand: There's Someone There

Hold out your hand. There's someone there
With whom you can your troubles share;
Someone to love, someone to care
In your deep, darkness of despair.

Look up. You'll see a shining light,
A wondrous glow in darkest night
Sending forth its power and might;
A star that's filled with sheer delight.

Just trust. The Christmas star you see,
Is still today's reality.
The shepherds and the wise men free,
Knew the Savior, the babe would be.

Walk in faith. Soon joy you will know
And you will wear a special glow.
Towards you, others will soon go.
Hold out your hand. Let your love show.

The poetic Christmas message of old is still valid today.