FIREFLIES… a poem

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I follow the fireflies

On most balmy eves

Down near the bay shore

By the stand of pine trees

They’d wink on their lights

For the briefest of secs

As I got a little closer

Falling under the hex

Then like a magician

They’d just disappear

And I’d stand there real still

Out in the clear

With a jar in one hand

And its lid in the other

In hopes I could catch one

Along with his brother

To light up the nighttime

In my little bedroom

Then let them all go

When the morning does bloom

Don’t eat the berries… a poem

After eating the berries

In the woods where I walked

I sat leaning against a tree

And in my delirium, talked

To the gnomes and elves

That were circling round me

Apparently they

Had been hiding in the tree

I inquired why the light

Was getting so dim

As I took my last breath

And became one of them

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VESUVIUS… a poem

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Vesuvius, Vesuvius
Why is your anger waged?
Are we not worthy of your compassion?
Though you are mighty,
Can we not be saved?
Lightning from the Heavens
Strike down in wrath, it's true.
But, you, a titan
Have you no pathos
For the rage that rages in you?
Hear our pleas
Our anguish and cries
As upon our knees we beseech thee.
Oh, Vesuvius, in your power lies
To free these people beneath thee.

DUSK IT OFF… a poem

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“Just dusk it off!”

Were the words that the night said to the earth.

“Spin a little more,

And in the dark,

I will give you rebirth.

Listen to the crickets,

They sense the end of day.

So, dusk it off,

Won’t you please,

And I’ll show you the way.”

NATURE’S EYE

Throw light into the shadows

Cast your visage to the wind

The long, long night has ended

As the sun does shine again

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The waters reflect the beauty

From the peaks of mountains high

The breeze is hush upon the glade

A mirror in Nature’s eye

Evening, Reflection, Sunset, Sky, Sea
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Snowcaps in the distance

With nimbus clouds above

Surely nothing can compare

A picturesque parade of love

THE GIFT…a short story

As I sat on the park bench I happened to glance down and see a peanut sitting inconspicuously behind one of the legs.  Naturally, I bent over and picked it up.  Glancing up, across the walking path, I noticed a squirrel suddenly stop his constant hopping and digging to give me a hard stare of anticipation.

Laughing aloud and looking down at the small nugget of gold, that I obviously held in my hand, I debated whether to toss it over to the little grey fur ball or hold it out as an offering.

Isn’t this what we do in life sometimes?  We know what the right thing to do is, yet we hesitate and try to figure out another path. 

Instinct tells me to toss the peanut to the squirrel, so why don’t I do just that?  Is it God whispering to me to toss the small gift, and, in return, me trying to rationalize another or better way?  Perhaps.

Am I being selfish to want the squirrel to come and take the prize from my hand?  Why do I need that confirmation of its trust? 

In the end… I tossed the peanut to the squirrel and he cracked it and ate it then and there.

My reward was found in my own smile and warmed heart!  Thank you, Lord!

Hebrews 13:16  “And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.”

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Barn Swallow… a poem

They visit every, single year

To build a mud-dobbed nest

If we can keep stray cats all clear

We will hope for the best

And watch this swallow family

Hatch, and grow, and fly away

Until next year

We’ll sit right here

Watching nature have her way

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