Saturday, March 6, 2021

 

To Redeem the Moment

In the world

     I choose to

          live in

In the suffering

     of the

         moment

Humor holds

    the door

          open

Lights the path through

     fearful forces

          darkening times

Sits in the waiting

     room with

         the distressed

Loosens the

     cold grip of

          deepest grief

Laughter cracks the

     confining shell of

          anguish

Goes the distance

     with those

          who suffer

Protects against

     paralyzing

          anxiety

Will not give

     grief the

          last word

Interprets

     immutable

         love

Rediscovers

     beauty

          beyond



Saturday, February 27, 2021

 gratia

In the valued

     stillness of

          the moment

I raise prayerlike

     thoughts of

          gratefulness

For those who

     grapple with Covid's

          death dealingness

Who practice caring

     beyond

          self security

And those who

     occasion healing

          antidotes

For those who

     bury the dead

          with dignity

Who draw on the

     heart to comfort

          the bereaved

And hold the door

     open for an

          infusion of hope

That all who suffer may

     remember joy         

          and reclaim peace



Saturday, February 6, 2021

 

How to Fix a Broken Compass

Moral compass

     to steady

          the course

Corroded by

     values held

          too loosely

Rusted by

     lack of

          employing

Disabled by

     frozen fear

          combustible hate

Corrupted by

     misleading

          fables

Remagnetize to

     find spiritual

          core

Recalibrate with

     reforming

          work

Ready to

     step on

          winding paths


Friday, January 22, 2021


 

In the Time I have left 



Stories to repair

    trash to go through

        thoughts to re-collect

A past to reform

    shape for future use

        release non usables

Retrain the mind

    refresh the soul

        restart journey

Speak beauty full truth

    flex imagination

        detassle guilt

Stretch laugh 

    muscles 

        eurythmical 

Unlisting what

    does not

        tantalize

Sunday, January 10, 2021

 

Mystical Moment

Relentless

     news

          noise

Heart

     eroding

          dis-ease

Clogging

     caring

          apparatus

Ushering in

     redemptive

          silence

Quietude

     expanding

          space

Formless

     breathless

          calm

Crystallizing

     clear

          interval

Room for

     God to

         impregnate


Breath restored

     emerge

          love equipped

Monday, January 4, 2021

 

Letting go and holding on


At the age of 12, I jumped, for the first time, into water over my head at Scout Camp, dog-paddled across the pool and was declared a swimmer. I was ecstatic.

At the age of 21, on orders to return to headquarters in the south, I confiscated a jeep, drove all the way across Korea at the 38th parallel, forged papers to catch the train back to Taegu. I was safe.

At the age of 50 I ran a mile, then 5, then 10 and one day had the wild notion to run 26.2 When I did, I was overjoyed.

At the age of 58, I loosened my grip on the wing strut of a Cessna 186 and floated to the ground in Reno, Nevada. I was tranquil-ized.

At 83, I played a 9 hole golf course in my mind while the doctors repaired my heart. I was re-lived.

At 89, I sometime walk the treadmill at 2.5 mph for ten minutes, eleven if I'm up to it. I am grateful.

Now, my wife drives me to the Blood Bank to donate every eight weeks. Life is good.