Many years ago, when I was a boy
Drivin’ home from Grandma’s and Christmas joy
Old Man Winter was poundin’ outside
But we were all cozy in our old Chevy ride
Ma in the Driver’s Seat
A Weed’s Worth
I want to be a rose—all proper, trim, and neat;
Raised above the common, in her elevated seat.
She is the lover’s flower, evoking ooohs and aaahs,
The flower for which the world smiles in admirable applause.
And when she goes a walking, she spreads a fragrant scent,
That travelers pause in wonder to warmly compliment.
Decision
Conquering Contention
Ever notice before church or before a temple trip,
Or before an FHE how you feel contentions grip?
Well, it’s not coincidental—‘tis the Devil, don’t you see?
And his timing is predictable; it’s not a mystery.
All For Good
When life gets hard and trying and difficult to take
And leaves you lying in the night—worried, wide awake,
May you find some peace in knowing this is not unique to you—
For God will try every heart to test which ones are true.
Childhood Dreams
The old man sat quietly, wrinkled and gray;
Yet, alertly he watched the toddler play.
Then catching my eye, he beckoned to me;
And stooping, I asked what his need might be.
He said, “Age brings wisdom; but there is a cost,
Dreams get dimmer and wonder is lost;
Yet there is a place not quite as it seems—
Back in the land of my childhood dreams.
Chosen
I long for a place free of anger—
Where hate does not exist.
I wish for the day when death is done
And loved ones are never missed.
I pray for sharing unity
Where gone is haughty waste;
I hope for clear direction
To heal our reckless haste.
And with things turned so ugly,
With all hope lost it seems,
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of somewhere
When I close my eyes to dreams.
Can God Trust You?
Waves by the wind are blown to and fro.
Taking no stand, they just go with the flow.
Wobbly souls, like waves, too are tossed.
And God’s choicest blessings, that is the cost.
Begin
You have to start somewhere. Photo by Amanda Klamrowski
If today you have been struggling,
Tomorrow you will again—
With faith and hope, trust and love,
With doubt and fear and sin.
For life is full of opposite
And contradictory views,
And sometimes there’s confusion
On which path you should choose.
The Fish and the Fly
Bright and colorful it may be,
Dancing on the surface for all to see.
It has body, it has wings–
“Come, eat me” it tauntingly sings.
Once Upon A Rhyme 