“Not good for man to be alone!”
God said when life began.
“To skate through life with joy he needs a pair.
Someone to share the thrills and spills.
Someone to hold his hand,
a partner by his side when he is scared.”
What God intended from the start
is what makes life complete.
A spouse or friend to navigate thin ice.
When sharing joys and sorrows,
we find meaning in each day.
Companionship is needed (not just nice).
While slaloming through daily commitments,
other’s expectations
can get in our head
and crowd out our confidence.
As a result, we miss a gate.
We make mistakes.
We question our competence
and replay our regrets.
We temporarily forget that CHAMP
is spelled with an A and not a U.
We long for a shoulder to cry on
and hear someone who believes in us
remind us what we are capable of.
We need to know we’re not alone.
We need to realize that others understand.
And once we realize that the thrill of victory
and the agony of defeat is a common to our race,
we need to be at the finish line (or before)
to comfort those in pain.
Who can you comfort today?
“Rejoice with those who rejoice.
Weep with those who weep.” Romans 12:15
Sitting by a cozy fire
listening to John Rutter’s choir
frees me from the quicksand mire
of daily life demands.
The dancing flames invite my gaze
and penetrate the inner haze
of foggy thoughts from stressful days
and deadlines yet unmet.
And in the fire’s warmth I find
a respite from the daily grind
and faith to trust when I am blind
to how God cares for me.
Every week I have a deadline,
an assignment (self imposed)
to create a poem couched in current times
And it isn’t always easy
to find something wise to say
or to find a worthy reason for a rhyme.
Still, it’s my prayer that God will give me
poignant words to help someone
as they contemplate their world or stressful life.
In a simple rhyming poem,
focus comes to what’s been blurred.
Inner peace can take the place of nagging strife.
So I choose to battle deadlines
and the angst of empty thoughts
as I face a wordless screen from time to time.
Twenty years of weekly poems
fuels my hope that words will come
and that somehow in some way I’ll weave a rhyme.
As we face the bleak midwinter
and the angst of sunless days,
dark emotions drain our joy ducts
when depression stalks its prey.
Lord of light please shine upon us.
Bathe us with Your warmth we pray.
As we navigate the puddles
in the place where joy once played,
it is hard to sense Your presence,
when our hearts are cold and gray.
Lord of light please shine upon us.
Bathe us with Your warmth we pray.
As we wait with hope for springtime
when joy blossoms day by day
we acknowledge our dependence
on Your knowledge of our way.
Lord of light please shine upon us.
Bathe us with Your warmth we pray.
Tune: Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence
My Rhymes and Reasons 