Delay delay make this stop here longer

Dear Friend, Beloved God, don't halt our joy.
With age has come gentleness,
and the smells of fall that
round off the sharp edges.
Leave us here
for as long as you will.
We submit to your authority,
while begging unceasingly for lenience extensions.
We focus on gratitude thanksgiving
and prize our days with tenacious exuberance.

You are eternal unceasing- we fall with the seasons
crumbling on the sidewalks- ephemeral transient
going on to You when You call us in.

Delay! Delay! make this stop here longer
so we can enjoy the company of the swaying trees and birdsong

Do you have children

Its irresponsible with the state of the environment.
Its deplorable with the lack of resources.

Breeding steadily, we grow and swell
like bacteria in a petri dish
swallowing up everything around us.
we are our own worst pestilence.

And the problems of parenting with their intersecting multiplicities
connect our children to past traumas

                                       (Oh you've overcome all that.  Then leave the rest of us to worry
                                         about healing while you garden and attend important to functions.)

But when sleep is imminent, or on that joyful hike, or a particularly
pleasurable class, I think I forgive myself a little.

God directed us to be fruitful and multiply
God commanded us to be stewards of the earth
And so we continue intrepidly
We parent abundance in the spare aging moments.

peace

Singing thoughts to you transports me
As I move to avoid despair's reach.
Striving for joy and the blessing of peace
As I go home over the lamp lit streets.
Music structures my meditations
As I lift my heart to You with the simple belief
That from you emanates strength and peace.
Drawing closer to hold only your grasp,
You are reaching my reach for Your power with mercy.
Stagnation of energy from which sadness proceeds-
Consecration of time with blissful thanksgiving-
Gift of your love to give cessation of grief-

The goal to be close to God

The goal to be close to God

The barrier of the fiends

Whispering distractions all the time

The world dancing in the front of my mind

Locked in this dream

The goal to be close to God

Momentarily I see my mistakes

A sharp pull to be awake

Sleeping and struggling to rise

The smoke holding me like a vise

The goal to be close to God

Re-making my intentions

Seeing the multiple dimensions

The goal to be a servant

I re-set my goal and strive to be faithful to it.

The Globe

Sunny clear day, the ominous rainless sky bright and cheerful

Our family wandered the Space museum

Disjointed disagreeable as we snapped camera photos

And sent irritated pages across the loudspeaker

Always the gift shop represents a gate to a momentary paradise

A toy to fascinate the mind or distract the heart from pain

You selected a globe, with lightning inside when you plug it in.

Jerking from the rod in the middle to the finger that strokes its form

We rushed all of us home. 

 

The windows open in the car and you stuck in the back

The father the mother the child and the toy

Arguing fussing while we planned dinner

And dropped him off at the grocery store

While we went ahead home to open this wondrous thing

This elaborate gadget. Oh you love your toys!

I went to change, to pray, to organize myself,

And I could hear you fumble the globe from the box,

Adjust the papers on the desk and plug it in.

 

In the quiet I often don’t expect the disturbance, the problem, the sudden pain.

The quick sound of shattering glass and a wail of anguish

Brought me running to fix the child, the toy,

But it was already over.  All that was left was to prevent injury

and sweep up the fragments of a broken toy.

I tried to reassure you-

“We’ll go back.  You can get another one.”

But I don’t know when we’ll return there-

We have to just move on from here.

 

Before my life ends in ruin, please descend to me mercifully

So far I have been talking to You God,

Bringing my cares and worries to you every day,

The rest of heart in the comfortable sling of submission

The benefits of coming to you when praying.

Worrying still haunts me though.

I have not let go of the concerns of the world.

The example of the lilies and the sparrows,

The grass covering green over an open space

Does not keep me from continuing to notice

My bank account empty, my debts,

And fretting about a resolution.

Please, Dear Lord, Mother-God, aid

My efforts to establish my self

Before all that I could do

Is nothing but a memory of failure,

A year that it did not rain.