Thr Comfort of Friendship

Friendship, rare to find,

Is a treasure of comfort

A touch of divine.

A friend is who shares

In the good thoughts and bad

Who helps you be stable

When moments are bad.

So easy to forget

When problems are here

That they can help share

They can help feel

And gather your thoughts up

And organize them.

This is the wonder

And joy of a friend.❤


The Hanging of Clothes

The tedious nature of hanging the clothes,

Of washing a dish,

Of cleaning the stove.

I used to dread such tedious things and wish for a break from all that.

And now, as the years passed,

I am hanging the clothes,

I love the touch

I love the labor of love

And I treasure the bodies that wear all the clothes and I’m glad.

It is the smell of the wash

The company it means

And the oft neglected clean

That makes me so glad and at peace and content.

I am washing the clothes

My loved ones wear

The more I have to wash

Proves they are there

And I am blessed in good measure by dear God allover to have so many to love.❤

The Meaning is Deeper

The meaning is deeper, the colors more vivid

When gone through a loss truly disportionate.

The songs mean much more, the birds song is clear

And what you lost brings a sharp tear to your eye.

The clothes feel so different, familiar is odd

Thr whole day is longer and something’s just wrong.

Meaning is deeper, things change just that soon

And God will bring comfort, He changes hearts too.❤

On Saying It

Sometimes things go well

Sometimes it’s eggshells

You never know which it will be.

Trying to balance it

With unknown ups and downs

Is a very bleak reality.

So I pray and read the Word

It never changes, not a word

And God gives me peace no eye can see.

And that is all I can do

Until this life is all through

And with my God forever I will be.❤

Wrestling Tides

A futile endeavor is the wrestling of tides.

I gain the upper hand just to lose it again.

It pushes and pulls me and draws me deep.

This is life with its ebbs and flows.

This is romance with its comes and goes.

And it exhausts and you arrive on the beach

Drained of energy, soaked through with stress sweat.

And I watch this in others, remembering the game once played,

Thr wrestling of tides I once did too,

Now so glad God granted me favor and closeness with Him

So now I am above the waters, looking on.

I am no longer in the water, now in the heavenlies.

I rise above the tide and wrestle it no more.

Why more do not decide this, I know not,

But I am grateful for the renewed energy.

I thank God.❤

Ode to Salad

Hear, oh salad, my deep appreciation

for that humongous aid you give to my digestion.

For the health and the crunch

And the hard food to munch

And I am writing to convey my oblation.

However, one thing I noticed and must share

For although I try to shrink my underwear

It is clear to me

That you are what to eat

When I want to trick my digestion into thinking I have eaten. ❤

Teenage Struggle/I am Bible

As tears flow generously down the afore stained cheek, he mourns.

For loss of complete family and years of criticism, he breaks.

For neglect and demands and no free space, he wishes more.

While seeking meaning and purpose, he is scoffed.

In deep hormonal imbalance of teen season, he is insecure.

For him, I write love. I write courage. I write understanding. I write meaning. I write purpose. I write eternal security. I write truth. I am his Bible.❤