Love at any age.
Carefree walking, with one foot
Riding the rainbow.
Left or loved, alone.
Under a tree, unmoving
Waits for life, the fawn.
Tell me again, Sir,
Send your kindness to my world.
I’m lost? No way home.
Be patient, don’t rush
Wait, like a sleepy rabbit,
To be discovered.
God never loses one,
Not a single soul.
He’s good at that, filling any crack they might slip through.
These little ones , holy in their innocence,
Play marbles and cat’s cradle
Among the clouds,
Waiting for families to arrive
To hug and cherish
As they could not before.
He watches from His throne,
Only because it is the best seat in the house,
The tossled blondes and Afros, auburn curls,
The bright red plaits and sleek black tresses.
Small ones, hardly babies really.
They are all His creatures.
Some misformed, yet
His chuckles, taught by Saint Nick,
Have a Gregorian chantiness about them
When he hears, in languages from across the globe
The rote of a dog-eared prayer.
“Who made you?”
”God, of course, who else could?”
Close to sassy, with a confidence that erases
All but the brightness of their intellects,
These, His children, play out their lives
In heaven’s nursery.
It happened again.
The daily scar of humiliation.
But don’t let false theologians persuade you
It is a virtue.
For them it is a way —
To sell a book
To engender complacency
To tout a tele-course
To fool with your soul.
While at rock bottom
God sits back,
Has a belly laugh
And huge tankard of monastery lager
At your expense.
Be comforted, though.
He’ll transform it readily
Into that perfect script.
For a jolly
If you’re faithful
His gift, turned upside down,
Ripe for sharing, lasts forever.
Sprig of sage,
Real sage from the grasslands.
Picked, then tendered with affection.
“A flower for my lovely lady, my one and only love.”
We saved it and brought Wyoming home.
The remnants, bittersweet, growing cloud-like.
Its savor leaving, slowly, moment by moment.
Gathered in memory,
Handed on in joy,
Treasured, but for so short a time.
The soul does nothing
But must exist, lively, strong
Ready for action