If only The Donald would do just that

Our President is quick to tweet
when he’s upset while we’re asleep.
His twitter-pating heart attacks
and takes our breath away.

His frenzied fingers type at will.
His spinning mind is never still.
Trump streams his conscious thoughts through tweets
that trump what’s rational.

If only he would hold the phone
and voice his thoughts to God alone
He just might sleep more peacefully.
And likely we would, too.

Contemplating a first Mother’s Day

My daughter’s now a mother
with a daughter of her own.
The one I carried cradles one she loves.
Last Mother’s Day we first would learn
that Ally was with-child.
Amazing news as if from God above.

A baby is a miracle.
The one that you conceive
as well as those conceived by those you’ve birthed.
Miraculous. Breathtaking.
Tiny replicas of grace.
They are Heaven’s richest blessings here on earth.

This Mother’s Day I thank the Lord
for wonders to behold.
My beautiful granddaughter with her mom.
The way my wife just beams with pride
to see our progeny.
A pieta of comfort, peace and calm.

A supplication for the National Day of Prayer

God, bless America again
as we confess our corporate sin
and realize we don’t deserve
the bounty we enjoy.

God, guide our leaders as they lead
and give them everything they need
to take the time to strive for peace
in this chaotic time.

God, stretch our hearts as we make room
for those who flee from terror’s doom
and those who need a helping hand
to stand and start once more.

God, grace us with the means to see
beyond ourselves that we might be
a flame of hope that offers light
to those in dark despair.

God, bless America again
as we reflect on where we’ve been
so we’ll become what we have dreamed.
One nation under You.

A dedication hymn for my granddaughter

The fruit of love, this gift of life,
we place, O God, within your care.
To know your grace and guiding hand
in years to come is now our prayer.

This tender child is known by you,
inclined to truth and evil too.
Would you protect this one we love
from sin and harm its whole life through?

A baby’s future waits with hope
enveloped with the Spirit’s grace.
Tomorrow’s promise can be glimpsed
within this infant’s tiny face.

With humble joy we recognize
a task that only has begun.
A sacred charge lies in our arms
to cradle faith and pass it on.

We praise you, Father, God alone.
We praise you, Jesus, Son of love.
And to the Spirit, Holy One,
we sing our praise. Amen. Amen.

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Contemplating a Milestone Birthday

This week I reach that storied age
where (as I reach to turn the page)
I realize my book called LIFE
is racing toward the end.

At sixty-five I don’t feel old.
But (based on what I have been told)
there are some folks who just might choose
to celebrate with me.

Arthur Rightus is a pain.
When he shows up, he leaves me lame.
And where Art goes, Ben Gay is sure
to tag along as well.

Dee Mentia can be such a jerk.
She shows up at my place of work
and steals all kinds of memories.
I think that Dee is cruel.

Ty Lenol and Anna Sen
have been my parents’ trusted friends.
But these two chums can wait their turn.
Right now, I’m feeling fine.

And then there’s Cole Lenoscopy.
He’s quite invasive, don’t you see?
I cringe whenever Cole’s around.
He leaves me awfully drained.

Jerry Attricks thinks it’s time
to join him for a glass of whine.
But I’m not ready to admit
his club is where I fit.

So much for folks who want to be
invited to my grand party.
I think a dinner with my wife
is all I really want.