Sunday, November 14, 2021

BOY UPON THE WAVES


BOY UPON THE WAVES

                                                       

                Tossed upon the waves of sea

                Holding fast to life's last breath

                Rowing strong that all might be

                Delivered from the hand of Death


                This boy who rowed until his last

                He was unknown until he died

                Yet left behind there was a past

                A mother on a shore that cried


                "My son, my cherished little boy

                He left my side so young and quick

                To seek a dream and chase a joy

                But left behind his mother sick.


                "Return to me, my boy so dear

                Let not the sea e'er own your soul

                For she's a pow'r that I doth fear

                She'll take my heart and leave a hole.


                "Remember this, my plea, my cry

                And come straight back into my arms

                And fight for life you must not die

                I pray your soul be free from harms."


                This prayer was dashed upon the waves 

                That battered keel and tore our sail

                And sent this crew to wat'ry graves

                And drove a mother's heart to fail.


                This boy a youth to Sea had gone

                But lane before us in this hour

                Now lies a man for all he's done

                He broke the chains of youth's trite pow'r 


                A silent word let us now pay

                Reminding us of lives He blest

                Beneath these trees in dirt and clay

                His body worn and laid to rest.

Monday, November 1, 2021

NEVER WANTED

 


NEVER WANTED

A bowlful of over ripe bananas sit upon the table browning.

They wilt as the house grows warm with icky heat.

Once each fruit was fresh and golden with bright peels to behold

Now, they are reduced to a sad and weeping, diminishing mess 

They were never wanted.


Placed once as new desirable fruit upon the countertop 

Lain thoughtfully, but now left to rot and be forgotten. 

But, they just won't leave the mind. They stubbornly remain.

The pungent aura of their dying aroma cry out

To your nose to remember them, to not forget them. 

This smell bleeds into the bowl in a visceral ooze of dirty yellow and brown ichor.

They were never wanted.


Tiny flies buzz around the corners of your vision,

Drawn to the forgotten's smell like pilgrims to a futile quest.

They are lost to your focus fleeting away as annoyingly as they came. 

They bring shear pittance of their pathetic worthlessness. 

They were never wanted!


You pass the fruit bowl by, and for a moment are reminded of their onceler's worth.

You forget in that brief second the flies, the stench, the decay,

And think upon their possibilities and purpose that they could serve.

A moist loaf of bread? A decadent aromatic banana cake?

They were never wanted?


But the depressing reminder of your diet and weight now burdens. 

The contemplation of the exhausting time to bake and create overwhelms.

The sweating heat needed from the oven is a sorrowing vision. 

These thoughts cause you to turn away from these fruits forlorn.

They were never wanted.

Sunday, October 3, 2021

Rime of the Portentous Albatross

 



Aloft a cliff amid the crags

High above the mist and foam

A nest of Albatross well made

A place of heart and home


Three wiley chicks beneath the breast

Shelter 'neath their mother's down

Watched out upon the sea's horizon

As the sun from sea did crown


For father Albatross had gone

A fishing through the cold dark night

And hadn't still returned to them

To make their hearts aright.


As morning burst like floom of whale

Spouting forth in gold array

A sadness there could be felt

That push their hopes away.


"Mother, dear, will Father come

And sing to us His song of praise

To give us food and sustenance 

Our hearts he'll warmly raise?


"Will he upon the winds return

And settle what was gone and lost

Or has the sea in frigid apathy

Shroud him in her fog and frost?"


"O children mine, your tears are heard 

Blossoms of my bosom, dears,

Fret neither on these worries wrought

Nor on these night borne fears.


"For lo thy father Albatross 

Is wise and strong of wing

He'll fly for days and through the nights

On ocean breeze he's king.


"No stronger bird can fly as he

And though the sea with weathered wrath

Her torrent and her mighty gales 

Can't change his course or path.


"And all the birds that float the mists

And all fish who swim the waves

Give homage to the Albatross

Who guards them from their watery graves.


"So look up through the mist when lost

Appearing there a gift so grand

The Albatross is God's true sign

That soon you'll find you're safe on land."


And so the nested mother kind

Willed her chicks with care

And spun the tales of sea and sky

In hopes she'd stave despair.


Yet all the while her heart did ache

For truth of monsters of the sea

Drew vividly inside her mind

Of demon ships and foul chanty


For known unto the Albatross

Were all the creatures far and wide 

And only one was vile enough

From which the wise did hide.


These malovent demon clans

They rode atop the sea and waves

In barges made from oak and pitch

Their oily trail the sea depraves


They call themselves the sons of God

And tall they stand with pride filled chests

With every breath contemptuously 

Expelling rot from in their breasts.


Anon one wretch from this clan

Will lure an unsuspecting bird

With treatise of some help they need

In kindly deed and word.


Against their better judgment's guide

Alas an Albatross will bend

With heart atip their outstretched wings

A kindly hand they'll lend


But monsters are they til the last

And they'll betray the kindly act

With cheating greed and hungered vice

They'll break a sacred pact.


And so this mother bird her chicks

Gathered with her wing real close

More for her to bouy her up

While fearful thoughts engross


As the orb of day arose

The Albatross king's bride

Spied o'erhead a snowy Owl 

The dire sign the king had died.


And with the dire snow white Owl

Came cold a misty breeze

From far beyond the warm stream sea

Her tears instantly did freeze


The Northern gale a fury brought

To chide the mother bird

And laugh the sorrow of her loss

Upon the gusts she heard,


"Your love is dead, the Albatross

Shot through his heart in vain

By crossbow's bolt did pierce him there

And shot by hand of men!"


The Northern gale echoed twice

And thrice the chiding came

With each her heart did brake in twain

And chose the monstrous men to blame.


Then with the pleas rare ever heard

Cursed the sky this grief struck bird

And prayed to Sea and Sky and a Third

For vengeance of her pain now stirred

Upon the men whose vice had spurred

Her Albatross in sea interred


The Northern gale took pity on

The mother Albatross's plea

And with its breath impressed the gods

Convincing Sky and Sea


The Sky his stars hid from view

The monstrous mariners made blind

Not one could navigate the way

Their precious homes shant find


The Sea too showed obeisance with

The stopping of her breath

No wind blew there to fill their sails

An omen emanating death


And lo the men in vile form

Turned one upon the other

All invoke their baser id

And tried to kill their brother.


Just as the Sea and Sky reposed

Their vengeful lack of aid

One mariner was left alive 

The Albatross he'd slayed


Brought back to land to spend his days

E'er going from here to there

To tell his fateful tale of pain

His Albatross to bear.


Sunday, May 16, 2021

MONKEY TRAPS

MONKEY TRAPS

Sensuous luster of dew-sweet desire

Placed gingerly in a box with one goal.

A need? A want that's fueled by base ire?

It captures first sense, then heart, and then soul.


No lock or a key is used to entrap

Each monkey who comes so curiously

To win and take hold the fruit through the gap

With strength to rip it out furiously.


Their little monk-might then leaves them soon lax

To easily take them without surprise

And capture them quick with cords made of flax

And lead them away the rest of their lives.


Be wary my friends of these simian snares

Pay heed the shrewd tales of primates with pride

Disguised so subtle are the devil's wares

That'll cheat you of joy and trap you inside.


Monday, May 3, 2021

SPRING HAIKU OF A TESTIMONY MEETING


1 

Praying for a Soul 

Losing sleep each night, I weep:

"Lift her Heart, oh Lord!"

2

The Book of Mormon

Words to change our hearts and homes

And heal fractured faith

3

Through His Atonement

Those lost to me through Death's grip

Are loosed, found once more!

4

I can feel a love

In our community strong

Embraced by these truths

5

Deep impressions left

From words and deeds so small

We're profoundly touched

6

As His disciples

We feel His arms warm round us

Turn—Do thou also

7

Coincidences?

You deny God's hidden gifts?

Tender mercies laid.

8

Alabaster cloth

Pure upon the tokens lies

Veiling death and life

9

Blended family

Many children: yours and mine

One in Love and Christ

10

We wait to be sealed

In the Father's Temple pure

Bound eternally

11

We came as strangers

You welcomed us as your own

Sad, we leave, hearts filled.

12

Be not troubled, lambs

My tender flock in parched fields

Verdant vales await

13

I know Jesus lives!

Once an offered lamb for sin

Rose to heal the world

14

In a halcyon grove

Amid the umbrous maples

God and Son appeared


Sunday, March 28, 2021

GOD'S ARMOR


GOD'S ARMOR

Lift up your hearts. This day rejoice!

Gird up your loins. Hear heaven's voice.

It speaks to us, to our hearts, our core,

"Protect thyself with God's armor."


The evils all around us whirl,

Whate'er the devil's demons hurl

God's armor whole, it will help withstand

Protected sure by God's own hand.


With confidence do all thou must

To stand against the lunge and thrust

Of evil's sword, stratagems and plot.

To gain your ground, and win what's fought.


This armor whole the Lord proposed

Of many parts it is composed

To guard your frame, and most vital parts:

Thy head and loins, thy feet and heart.


Your head, a vault of precious thought

That minions want to warp and wrought.

Strap on the helm of salvation sure

To keep your mind and precepts pure


Your loins, a sign we can partake

In God's own pow'r to create and make.

Ensure the loins, they are girt with truth

To bloom in age, preserved in youth.


Your feet when planted point your way.

Desiring demons prod and sway.

Resist you must with your feet now shod

With preparations, truths of God.


Your heart, the source of life's intents

The devil wants in twain to rent

The breastplate strong, forged of righteousness

Will stave his shearing strains that stress.


Against the vile you need a shield

To block their fiery darts' unyield.

So choose to bear the true shield of faith.

From their barrage you'll be unscathed.


When you are called to strike the foe

You'll need a blade to bring them low

Take up the sword of the Spirit's light

Poured down from God 'pon those that fight.


Let armor whole about you gird

And ever heed His holy word.

Committed angels to you are bound

When where He is you too are found.

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

HONKY TONKY MICROPHONE

 


HONKY TONKY MICROPHONE 


Upon a lonely concert stage, 

Such solely stood a microphone.

Its singing soul was hushed and still

Its voice now quiet, so dispone.


Yet once, this mic had buzzed and chimed.

Before, twas rich in pitch and tone.

It sang the songs and lullabies

In keys of bass and baritone.


Electric blues it belted well

And from its soul sang tunes well-known.

Transducers in its housing rang

A thund'rous sound of megaphone


A jailhouse rocking, hound dogs, too,

And fools rush in while wise men moan,

Blue Christmases and lonesome nights

On which was sung this microphone.


Yet, from its mouth it praised God too

Through singing hymns of peace renown.

And softly beckoned to we lambs

To join God's flock, kneel at His throne.


Its twangy hum was soft and sweet

To calm the hearts with overtone.

And asked so tender with its call:

Remember He who did atone.


For this old mic was just a means

Through which the Master's light was shone.

This metal vessel silent now

Perfection mastered on love's hone


Not all the crooners treated well

This mic and stand, such we bemoan.

But still this mic to each a chance,

Forgave each drop, and squeal condone.


Each singer through this mic had sung

And with each concert it had grown.

Despite the treatment it withstood

Through cracks and dents became its own.


And now the mic and stand stood still

Upon that stage, so aged, alone

A wire here and there were frayed

Its amplifier gave no tone.


Solemn the sight of which was seen

Of low was brought this microphone

To stand upon this stage so drear

And could not give a buzz or groan.


Could this old sav'ry can once more

To life give harmony through song?

Would ever with sweet melody

Should raise a crowd to sing along?


Fear not, oh child, for such is called

For here in life are we on loan,

A borrowed piece from heaven's halls

When due is called we're herald'd home.


And there amid the gilded shop

Of golden wires and rhinestone

To life renewed He'll work upon

This honky tonky microphone.


So shall it sing the songs once more

To croon and warble, hum and moan.

And never more shall this mic drop,

But ever charged with joys unknown.


 

WEDDING BLESSING

May long and happy years to come May hearts and love ne'er grow numb And life be dulcet as peach or plum  That all your works and effort...