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Bonny Lad and Lass

                                                           

Mirrors reflecting darkness

Bring the bonny lad to his lass,

Like coats left in the corner,

When the rain has come to pass.

 

But the bonny lad misplaced the lass

In a dream upon the sea,

Amid waves of things as they were before,

And stormy yet-to-bes.

 

Two shadows fell together

silently – yet alone,

With arms reaching outward,

for the same place at different times.

 

The dream ended

as the ship set sail,

Leaving a question (unasked)

unanswered.

 

Mirrors reflecting sunlight

Distinguish bonny lad from lass,

The coats serve their usefulness,

with the corner free at last.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Something to think about these days.

Dealing With It

 

I would like to let you in –

on a little secret –

It may not be much

Of a secret, however,

I do not see many people

catching on.

 

You can drift away

from the world,

And listen, watch,

and learn.

 

You can spend so much time

watching for sulphur to ignite,

That you fail to see

the match burn.

 

You can seek the truth,

envy the youth,

Think that you may know

The answer.

 

Then find you concentrated

too much on the dance,

Ignoring the soul

of the dancer.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Blue

 

Blue is the color of the ashtray

from which your figure appears

in the smoke from the cigarette.

 

Blue is the color of the sky

as I go outside to lie

on the grass and think of you.

 

Blue is the color of the twinkle in my eye

remembering your tender smile

when I did something you approved of.

 

Blue is your touch upon my face

softer than the night,

like the seagull’s quiet flight.

 

Blue is the color of my thoughts

when I think of you

and remember that I love you!

 

Blue.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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With gathering places still closed, I came across this poem I wrote about being at the library.

At The Library

 

At the library –

– I see a different side of life –

Polite people whispering

Diligently reading.

I scrape a chair

And say “Excuse me,”

To all the readers staring.

 

At the library –

– I sit at a table –

Watch a girl sleeping.

Her mother writing

A paper she was asked

to write for night school,

While her young daughter waits.

 

At the library –

– I watch the librarian –

Walking briskly,

A student is following.

She tries to show him

where the biographies

on Shakespeare and Milton

are located in the stacks.

 

At the library –

People reading,

writing,

sleeping,

doing research,

relaxing,

and learning.

At the library.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Good Morning Sweetheart

 

Good morning sweetheart,

I love you more than strawberry cheesecake,

– and I really like strawberry cheesecake.

I love you more than peel ‘n’ eat shrimp and beer,

more than cold water after mowing the lawn,

more than the day’s first cup of coffee,

more than Marshall’s Barbeque,

 

I love you more than Hi-C gummies,

beef jerky,

Canadian Bacon on a good pizza,

chicken wings or chili on a cold night,

 

I love you more than a beautiful sunrise,

a gorgeous sunset,

the colors after a light spring rain,

a smooth flowing river full of fish,

– unless you are there with me – then I love you for the collective                                                                     beauty of you and nature.

I love you….completely,

I love you….wholeheartedly,

I love you….period.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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A Leaf

 

Walking down the sidewalk

I stopped as the mist rose

Watching a leaf fall

Through the mist.

 

I am like that leaf

Floating softly over the paths

of yesterday.

 

Observing much,

but saying little,

Of what I would like to say.

 

Someone kicks me,

I fly off to see tomorrow,

In another place,

Not knowing where I’m bound.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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If I Had A Wish

 

If I had a wish that I could wish

I would wish that you would always love me.

 

If I had another wish that I could wish

I would wish that you would be with me forever.

 

If you had a wish that you could wish

Would you wish that I would always love you?

 

If you had a wish that you could wish

Would you wish that I would be with you forever?

 

If you have had that wish that you could wish

Then your wish has come true –

And so has the wish that I would wish if I had a wish.

 

I Love You.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Max on Life,” the new book by Max Lucado and published by Thomas Nelson consists of the author’s answers to questions he has received over the years in letters, emails, and phone calls. Questions he has been asked as both a pastor and a writer. The letters Lucado received as a pastor are separated by categories (and chapters) entitled Hope, Hurt, Help, Him/Her, Home, Haves/Have-nots, and Hereafter. The questions asked of Lucado range from basic theological questions to marital questions related to God to why go to church. The pastor writes about the role of prayer, the purpose of pain, and the reason for our ultimate hope.

The writing questions are answered in an essay in the addendum, The Write Stuff. The well-written essay deals almost exclusively with writing for the church and as a calling, using the prophets and other authors of the Bible as examples. Lucado deals with basic matters of writing in the last couple of pages. He does not tell an aspiring writer how to be published. But he does tell anyone who feels called to write in the service of the Lord how to proceed from the call, the desire and an idea.

Some readers will read the book cover to cover. Others will use it as a devotional reference or as a topical reference when they are facing hard questions in their own lives. Lucado directly answers most questions with personal experiences and/or Biblical references combined with insights gained from his study, reflection, and prayer. Even answers to questions I will probably (and hopefully) never have still evoked deep feelings, causing me to reflect on my own spiritual journey.

“Max on Life” is an interesting read. Regular readers of Max Lucado will enjoy this book as well as those who are not familiar with his earlier books.

Peace be with you.

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