Poems

A SWEET LIFE (however bitter) Sunshine trickling through The branches gently swayed By a silent barely-detectable breeze, Like your sweet life sifting Sifting through time Like powdered sugar, sprinkled-dusted On a dozen warm donuts in the cold Heat of winter, On a dozen warm donuts in the cool Heat of summer morns. Yes, sunshine trickling Trickling through Like sixty five years, Years of a sweet life.

We are born to love and be loved.  Our brain is literally wired for love.  But it doesn't take much for us to begin protecting ourselves from love.  It begins very early, sometimes from the beginning.    We are all imperfect parents, and sometimes we unwittingly abandon our children, sometimes with the good intentions of teaching them life's lessons, not knowing that the lesson we teach is to protect yourself from love.  As parents, in a moment of frustration, we have all said something like, "After all the terrible things you said to me, including that you hate me, and now, you want me to give you a hug?  Really?  Maybe tomorrow!"    I know, for myself, my almost 70 year journey continues.  I continue to learn how deeply I have buried my heart and my soul to protect them both from what seems to be the pains of love.  The reality is that love is not painful.  Love is wonder filled.  But by the time we get to a pl...

Perhaps too late, Perhaps not, I really had no idea Who you were or who you are. I knew you were different Perhaps even divine. I knew I wanted to run with You, Well, until it came to this, And then I ran the other way. I never saw it coming, That you would be arrested. I surely wasn’t willing to take on, To fight the Roman soldiers. I admired Peter Drawing his sword and attacking, But you, for some strange reason, Insisted he put his sword away. Why was that? So many things you shared with us, So many things you did, None of them we understood. I woke this morning hoping Hoping perhaps you were here again, Hoping perhaps you could hear me. I am running now, Obviously not running with You. They killed you, they did. Well, I guess I killed You. I certainly abandoned You. But I’m running to where they laid You Hoping, Hoping beyond the beyond, Perhaps even dreaming, Dreaming I will find You...