I Am

I Am the same

Today, tomorrow,

I Am the joy

In the midst of sorrow.

I Am the way,

The truth, the life;

Comfort in

Your pain and strife.

Not forgotten,

Not mistaken,

You, my child,

Are not forsaken.

Soul awaken

To my plea

That by my side

You'll always be.

Lullabye

I cradle you

In the crook of one arm

Behold your face

Eyes peacefully closed.  Hands

Reaching for stars

And tears imagined, fought,

Fall, comfort

Given in the here, now.

In peace, you sleep.

God, your soul safe, will keep.

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Twelve Weeks

Twelve weeks

Not possible

Nor probable

Twelve weeks

Year's quarter

Time measured

Death's date

Grieving

Nine months

Rejoicing

Coming soon

Rejoicing

One departs

One arrives

Born to live

Born to die

Soul alive

Soul alive

A Prayer for Today

Loose cannon

Gunning for victory

Leaves in wake

Abominable history

For seekers

Of His truth.

Loose, Lord,

Your Word, divine.

Make it theirs

Make it mine.

Memorial Day

It is Memorial Day

And I have dutifully purchased

Set of flags for my father's

Gravestone.  A memorial

My mother has yet to see

In person, for it hurts.

A blow from a bully.  A bullet

Taken for a friend.

The march.  The endless march.

And they fall.  Endless.

The faithful, brave.  It hurts.

She dares not believe he's gone,

Cannot stand before the witness

Of a world crumbling about her.

A world once all about her.

The march has ended.

The flag stands.

And she, my mother, cannot go there,

But stays at home

Baking Amish squares.

Dessert of comfort

For those in need;

Her own heart discomforted.

I Gaze Upon the Promise

I gaze upon the promise.

Do hearts, true, perceive?

Unsure if valiant words,

Their brave joust reveals

To unsuspecting souls

The measure of His time

Defying passing moments.

Alone, but never lonely,

My words spin and weave

Winsome web alluring.

I gaze upon the promise.

Does my heart, true, perceive?

Humble

Foolish I look and foolish I stand

As my words, earnest, fumble.

The right thing?  Lord, I pray

Your honest Word keeps me humble;

Sets me true on arrow's way,

To mend the aching hearts that stray

Upon a path I once thought clear.

Not sure, I am, pointing the way

For those, in heart, I hold so dear.

Yet, they are here, calling, calling,

But with You, I don't fear falling.

Reassured that You are near,

I will continue, even here,

And trust, though my heart breaks.

Your love will grant me all it takes

To play the fool and make the fumble;

All it takes to make me humble.