Never was an empty word
Less it was than Ever
But is it still
An empty word
Without a helpful Lever ?
Fear complains of emptiness
Though never quite as Clever
And tracks down Safety
Might and Brightness
Lighting Right Endeavor
HI, HOW ARE YA?
When I turn to God and say “Hello” and He answers “Hi, How are ya?”
I look a little closer; Who will he be tomorrow?
Today he may be Sandy, tomorrow perhaps Claude
The next day may be Betty; yesterday was Maude.
I really don’t know What or Who or even When or If God Is.
What I do know is that when I call on God I find Love.
When I Accept that Love I find Knowledge.
When I apply that Knowledge I find Friendship.
When I share that Friendship I discover more Love.
LOVE ON A HIGH WIRE
It is impossible as head-nodders for us to learn the true subject of our gossip.
But chatter we do,
nod we do,
smile and frown and clap we do…
like starlings at early dawn,
we protest, quarrel and yawn.
We flap, we rustle, we cling together and rise afeather…
seeking the leader
whose silent tether
greets the grey of gloomy,
As sundown teases, murmeration ceases; with one last rustle, we rhyme with the rhythm of billowing blather,
our restlessness astir
as darkness overcomes.
Tomorrow we rise a-more
and like dawnings come before…
we’ll dismount from our roosts, our heads awaggle,we’ll gossip and gaggle; we’ll harp – we will haggle
And as the bloated carcasses of our forgotten comrades add nourishment to the earth, one or two will ask “do you remember whats-his-name?”.
“Oh yes” we reply, “he had so many strange, new ideas”.
And with heads abob we bestow our final, limited approval in measured doses…
and our world nods approval to the brief observance of continuity,
To love is to Heal.
To accept Love is to Be Healed.
Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.
(Perhaps it is the other way around.)
Fear returns to the shadows and birds begin to chirp.
Fear becomes itself at first light.
The Light of Love is felt with the decision to Accept.
Acceptance lights the Path.
The Path is Today.
This is the way,
To be Healed.
Love becomes the Lover.
And Fear becomes a fading memory.
No one wants to be ordinary but everyone follows the crowd.
Those who seek to have their apple turnover over and over must first snatch it from the jaws of those members of The Apple Turnover Club to which they now belong.
Look at ’em go….(who am I talkin’ to?)
And, as for that cherry turnover? They look alike, you know.
They look exactly alike.
A: THERAPEE (the hater)
A therapist friend of mine told me that I was a real hater. She said that I use the word “hate” frequently.
A: And you think that makes me a hater?
B: Well, yeah. Why else would you say it? Didn’t you tell me a few minutes ago that you saw a film last night that you really loved?
A: Oh yes. It was a wonderful movie, a great story; I loved every minute of it.
B: Loved? Or Liked?
A: Oh, well I guess I liked it a lot. I see what you mean.
B: Dontcha just hate it when that happens?