5.14.11

The stories that are never told.
The candles that are never burned.
The sterile home thats frozen cold,
With lessons never learned.

The plastic-bead filled candy jar.
The meager meal, tastless,
Though food abounds and never far,
The safety caution rigorous.

A shield of life against all life?
What mischeif lies herein?
That steals away the joy, the day,
The tales, the toys, the gin?

What theiving villian taries nigh
And blinds the men to light?
Who tells the Noble's sons a lie,
Embalming them in fright?

For we were called to work and strife,
To tears and toil and woe.
But we were made for joyous life,
Victorious peace also.

Our shortened days? They are a gift.
A bless'd, far-sighted tool.
The one who tries to hoard his time?
A pale, cowardly fool.

So will we cower in a cell,
A safely screened captive?
Or will we heed adventure's spell,
And, dying, ever live?

The Music of the Cosmos

I turned off the radio

and heard to my surprise,

a beautifully strange silence,

alone, along my drive

Music that I recognized

from the road and the tires

and the wind rolling past me

gently, along my drive

Melodies of early Spring,

young sprouts, just arrived,

notes made by the budding trees

played, along my drive

The sprinkling, sparkling rain drops

And the sunshine in my eyes,

wove a lovely harmony

and sung, along my drive

The tune of child-like laughter,

and friendships weaving rhyme,

breath and life and growing things

took voice, along my drive.

And listening even closer

I heard the voices cry,

A great cloud of witnesses

praising, along my drive

With joy I finally realized,

as houses passed me by,

the Music of the Cosmos

was there, along my drive

Love's Lullaby

Lately, I've been fighting back sighs every time I exhale on behalf of the beautiful children on Reece's Rainbow. I'm aching for them, for how much I want to be able to call them my brothers and sisters or one day my children, or watch them thrive adopted by parents in my own home town. How do you deal with such devastating pain (and their pain is so infinitely much greater than any I might feel on their behalf), yet still walk in the joy of the Lord?

I’m singing you a lullaby

That you will never hear

A bleeding love, a longing groan,

Are whispered in your ear

A sighing pain in you and I,

From distant, foreign lands

Are all that’s left from our souls’ cry

“Jesus, move Your hand”

Yet while we sorrow, still we serve

In ways we cannot see

God makes noble what was base

And Sings a comedy

The Voice that made the stars to dance

And brought the sun to life

Can I hear singing over you

all this dark, moonless night

His perfect love relieves your shame

And casts out all your fear

He’s singing you Love’s lullaby,

He makes your ears to hear

Dedicated to: Avery, Mara, Sofia, Maggie, Evan, Martin and so many many others.

It is foolishness to think that perhaps our compassion is superior to the compassion of the One who created it. Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Sillyness

Around the corner,

Or down the street



You'll find with all the kids you meet,

Though maybe living far or near,

One attribute is very clear:

KIDS. ARE. SILLY!!!