Month: November 2011

Love Song

the base

of beginning

may be covered

albeit forgotten

but no less

there

for a baby’s needs

are but basic

neath the shelter of trees

be it

food or drink

clean diapers

or sleep

or someone

to sing

a certain song

that will last

however

long

for when

the lullaby

is neigh

and the back

too stooped

to see stars

and the grass too brown

to be green

and the faucet too hard

to turn

there is

but the base

neath the shelter of trees

be it

food or drink

clean diapers

or sleep

or someone

to sing

a certain song

that will last

however

long

TL

History

the stories

of old

were bought

and sold

and taken

a……………………………………………………………..part

piece by piece

and put back how

forced or fell

depends on the puzzler

what dreams, what doubt

child or cynic

“man or mouse”

piece for piece

what’s left out

TL

Sent

in and out

of Grace

we go

and we

live

as if we

know

as if we

were

meant for

this

not for that

yet if

you’ve ever

heard

an infant cry

in sleep

and heard

how deep

the by and by

how hurt

the weep within

then you know

the longing

of the soul

from whence

you come

whence

you go

TL

Rainbows

under

crayon clouds

the grass

is always green

and the leaves

never leave

the trees

and the rose petals

never droop

and the sun

is never sad

and the water

is always blue

and the stick figures

have lollipop faces

and the random heart

always means

love

TL

 

Old

too late

if you wait

too long

TL

Waiting Room

and the clock

on the wall

folded its hands

and away in my mind

thought of a different time

and it still doesn’t make sense to me

and I’ve talked to God about it

seven to date

and it always starts with, why

my mortal mind needs answers

my soul needs none

and I thought about this

as we waited

from sun to moon

for the clock

on the wall

to unfold its hands

for the boy-man to walk down the hall

through the double doors

to tell us what we needed to hear

“she’s born”

TL