Tag Archive: poem


Where was God when disaster struck?

God was with the baby who survived
because her window
was the only one in the house
that did not implode.

God was there to comfort
the woman who lost everything
she owned, and most
of her family.

God was with the family
who stuck together
during the tragedy
and survived – together.

God was with the family members
who were separated
before the disaster,
but found each other safe.

God was with the people
who – despite injury and loss –
helped others who could not
assist themselves.

God was there with the families
of the victims
helping them to deal with
the question of why?

God was there with the family
of those who may have caused
the disaster and who are
struggling to understand.

God was there with grace
to pour upon those affected
and help them to carry on
despite unexpected change.

God was there.

Chocolate Chips
Ritz Crackers
Girl Scout cookies
ice cream sundaes
pizza, pretzels,
caramel squares.

Things that we liked
when we were growing up
that we still like now,
but – somehow –
they just aren’t exactly
the same.

Questions Asked – Poem

Questions asked
may not be answered
when the purpose of the question
is misunderstood.

Questions asked
may not be answered
when the speaker speaks
without thinking.

Questions asked
may not be answered
when the question is not
really a question at all.

Questions asked
may not be answered.

Questions asked.

Athletes are told
that when they play
they should “stay within themselves.”

May I ask,
because I’d like to know
how do you “stay without yourself”?

When someone becomes known
after doing something for years,
they have been “under the radar.”

Now that they
are shown on the news
are they “over the radar”?

Just asking.

In Flight – Poem

Wings in flight,
imminent darkness
if the sandman
does not fail.

Troubles left on ground
will return upon landing
but are temporarily
in cloud limbo
(no, not that cloud).

Turbulence temporarily tosses me
around the bathroom
while the sign flashes
“Return to cabin.”
(I’m trying, I’m trying!)

Constant turbulence
makes the kidneys
and the nerves jumpy,
but the landing is uneventful.

Love thy neighbor as thyself
is not only one
of the Ten Commandments,
it is actually a good idea
-generally-
I am glad God thought of it,
Because I am afraid
we would not have
-on our own-
Thanks be to God.

Poem

Spending the day
in a son’s apartment
waiting for repairmen.
Bringing questions
with no answers;
does it really matter?
Probably not – ultimately,
but somehow it doesn’t feel right.
Good night.

This is one of the poems I found while reading through my old notebooks. It is one of the poems I wrote for my daughter, Jennifer, when she was little. The picture is of her daughter, Kelley. But the wide-eyed innocence is the same.

That cute little wide-eyed innocence

in your eyes,

as you open them wider

to see more of what

is common to me,

but a wonder to you.

 

You lay on my stomach

and smile at me,

hitting me on the chest

ever so lightly.

Trying to tell me something

about the pen in my pocket

you are exploring

with that cute little wide-eyed innocence.

 

The things which are a wonder to you

will be larger with time.

But each time you are filled with wonder,

it will reappear –

that cute little wide-eyed innocence.

When I am troubled,

and in that contradictory, ironic place,

thinking that no one knows how I feel,

The Lord hears my prayers.

 

Yet the Lord very rarely

answers my prayers directly,

Sometimes I only see the answer

During reflection on the day’s events.

 

Regardless of the result,

The Lord hears my prayers,

He may not answer the way I would prefer,

But the Lord hears my prayers.

 

I may not be listening,

or I may be stubbornly wanting more,

I may not hear what he’s trying to tell me,

But the Lord hears my prayers.

 

The Lord hears my prayers,

However and whenever I pray,

Even if I refuse to hear the answer,

The Lord hears my prayers.

 

I lay head on pillow lightly,

Letting the Lord take my troubles,

I can rest easy in sleep knowing

That the Lord hears my prayers.

A Dream Returning – Poem

A dream is returning

keeping embers burning,

Blowing coals still laced with fire.

 

Sinking ships

Hit barrier reefs

Not sinking, but stuck in the mire.

 

Heavenly voice

Comes to me in sleep,

Half of a two-part choir.

 

A dream is returning

keeping embers burning,

Blowing coals still laced with fire.