REACH OUT A WING… a Christian song

Fantasy, Angel, City, Light, Clouds

Reach out a wing

And help me find the strength I need

To climb out of this hole

Filled with despair

~~~

Can’t go alone, oh no

I need a helping hand

Heaven holds

The answer to my prayer

~~~

Long ago my momma cried

That awful sad sad day

When my daddy died

I saw what you could do

~~~

Now, she’s gone and left me here

The end for her

Was far too near

Why does life always end up this way

~~~

Reach out a wing to me

Show me God’s own grace

Lift me from this valley where I’m found

Reach out a wing to me

Save me in this place

Let me see the goodness all around

Reach out a wing to me

Won’t you, won’t you please…

Reach out a wing

~~~

Now I’m in my fifties

And I finally found the truth

The strength I needed then

Deep down inside

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I hope my children see today

What I missed so miserably

Way back when, yeah

All those years in pride

~~~

And I know momma would be proud

The helpful hand out in the crowd

Loving those

Who never found their way

~~~

I guess this was just the time

When God’s great plan began to shine

And showed me what’s inside

Of one man’s grace

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Reach out a wing to me

Show me God’s own grace

Lift me from this valley where I’m found

Reach out a wing to me

Save me in this place

Let me see the goodness all around

Reach out a wing to me

Show me God’s own grace

Lift me from this valley where I’m found

Reach out a wing to me

Save me in this place

Let me see the goodness all around

Reach out a wing to me

Won’t you, won’t you please…

Reach out a wing

Reach out a wing

Reach – out- your- wing

IDOL… micro-fiction

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I should have listened but, I was tired and didn’t want to get up again.  The cries in the night are not unusual for an active-minded child.  Well, that’s what the psychologist told us.  “Go back to sleep, honey!” my wife said to me at 2:02 a.m.  Yeah, 2:02 will forever haunt me.

You see our six-year old daughter was a sleepwalker, night talker and screamer.  Often, I would wake up to a small figure cuddling close to me in the wee hours of the morning.  I’d typically throw an arm around the child and go back to sleep.  On this night, however, she only screamed, and my wife and I decided to give it a few minutes before I got up to go comfort her.  She always slept through her nightmares, and she never remembered them the next morning.

This one time… Oh God!  This one time I let here scream more than usual, and even the abruptness of her stopping should have warned me something was different.  It wasn’t until the next morning when I went to her room to wake her that reality hit me.  My sweet daughter was gone, and I knew in an instant I would never see her again. 

I was still crumpled on the floor crying when my wife came to check on us and see what the hold up was.  Upon seeing what I saw – she too crumpled.  After a time, we managed to get up and discuss where we had gone wrong. 

The old stone-carved idol we had found on our vacation to the Grand Canyon lay where our daughter should have been lying in sweet slumber.  The old figurine that once occupied its countenance had changed to that of a young girl.  I guess the old Native American man wasn’t joking with us after all.

AFTER… a poem

overlooking view of mountains and sunrise

Subsequent to dying

I took a little tour

And discovered

All that I’d missed

And just a little more

The beauty within colors

That paint the morning sky

A field of flowers

All in bloom

Upon a mountainside

Precious little children

So dependent

And so sweet

Coo and smile

All the while

They play at momma’s feet

Fish within the ocean

Varieties – every kind

Birds so small

I’d have missed them all

If I hadn’t died

Creatures hiding in the bush

Some up in the trees

If only I had seen them

Before I sprouted wings

And while you do not hear me

My words are in the wind

Always say I love you

For we all come to an end

EIGHT DAYS FROM SOMEDAY… a poem

Eight days from someday

A quiet night on the cove

Beneath the eyes

Of a moon so high

With no mention of snow

A beach that’s living in my dreams

Perhaps it will come true

Eight days from someday

A time for me and you

Your blue eyes sparkle, and they shine

Reflecting like the moonlight

Off the gentle lapping waves

Paradise, awe… just right

But here we are awaiting

For that future to come true

Eight days from someday

And I’ll spend it all with you

silhouette of palm tree at night time

TO YOU AND YOUR GIFT… a Christian song

Slipping through crevices and cracks in my life

How do I make one more day

Rolling with punches

While holding on tight

It’s time I kneel down and pray

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Father, won’t you help me

I’ve fallen again

Somehow, I veered off the road

To wrestle with judgement

And all – to what end

It’s not how to live – So, I’m told

Forgive me, again, as the web that I weave

Takes me further and further off-pace

In this prayer I lift

To You and Your Gift

Knowing, I’m not alone in this race

~~~

Failing at marriage

And failing with friends

Perhaps this old mirror

Is lying again

Taking me down

The old devil’s at hand

Arresting my virtue

Destroying this man

~~~

But, I have a weapon

And Satan’s aware

Though trying to con-fuse my way

Forgiveness and loving

Without this despair

Will set this road again – straight

~~~

Father, won’t you help me

I’ve fallen again

Somehow, I veered off the road

To wrestle with judgement

And all – to what end

It’s not how to live – So, I’m told

Forgive me, again, as the web that I weave

Takes me further and further off-pace

In this prayer I lift

To You and Your Gift

Knowing, I’m not alone in this race

In this prayer I lift

To You and Your Gift

Knowing, I’m not alone in this race

Redwood National Park, California

WINGS… a poem/ballad

It was just an old shirt and worn out old hat

Folded up and sitting on a shelf

The last time I touched em

Was when I moved to this house

And that was a few years ago

***

She was so curious exploring all the time

As she wondered from room to room

Looking for treasures, at least in her mind

Hoping to find something new

***

I was sitting on the porch swing enjoying the day

Sipping on a glass of sweet tea

When my little granddaughter came laughing my way

Saying, “Papa… Look what I found!  Do you see?”

***

And I thought that my heart would jump out of my chest

When I saw what granddaughter wore

It was all I could do to hold back the tears

While emotions constricted my core

***

She jumped on my lap and hugged me so tight

While the tears escaped down my face

She never knew her mother

But the resemblance was strong

And my mind went to another place

***

“Papa, what’s wrong?  Why are you crying?”

She said as she hugged me again

I said, “These were your mother’s.” 

As I pointed to the clothes

You remind me of her way back when

***

We sat for awhile

And listened to the birds

And watched as the wind blew the leaves

I said a silent prayer

And looked up to Heaven

Where I know my daughter has wings

Angel, Woman, Wing, Female, Angel Figure

ODE TO A FRIEND… short song

I sing this dirge to my long-lost best friend

The times that we had were grand

The womens and boozes

And afternoon snoozes

Were a hell of a life for this man

But you left before me

Though you said you’d not go

And you’d wait for your friend of many years

Now I toast to your grave

Oh, the mess that you made

Now, I’m left with these memories and tears

Man Walking on Green Grass