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REGRETS
© 9/23/92

If I come to you in summer,

you will kiss me.
I know where you are waiting -

that place

where the heat of night is like a close body.
There I can find comfort with you,

nestled.
At daylight, the sun will kiss us

as our souls embrace
and the warmth of your breath on my lips will

kindle my heart.
You will hold me.

Two as one, fire in summer.
Ah,
but my summer is over

and you did not kiss me -

for I did not come.
Winter is coming.
I shall be cold.

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NIGHT DANCER
© 7/16/93

On task to lock up for the night -
attention diverted by a sliver of light
underneath one door, he crosses to it.
Listening, hears the sound
of leather slippers
tapping on the wooden floor.
About to call out "Are you finished here?"
he slips inside and mesmerized
watches the silent figure glide.
He slides against the wall, haunches -
catching breath on leaps, he watches.
She hears him not but only feels
the music in her mind and heels -
dancing with abandon on the spreading floor.
Crescendo and the dancing ends.
His eyes a silent message sends
"I love you, dancing daughter."
She hears the message with her heart
and turns to see him watching her.
"Daddy, must I go to bed now -
may I dance just one more hour?"
Wishing for a dozen roses to
lay upon his daughter's arms
he only sighs and rises -
"Sleep now daughter,
rest and dream of dancing - so shall I."

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THE DANCE PROGRESSION
© 7/25/93

The graceful hand
begins the dance
with music from our souls.
Our pretty foot
on floor we put;
the music swells and grows.

We leap, we bend,
the rhythm sends
the music to your eyes.
We pointe, plie,
we move and sway.
The music ends and sighs.

And here at last
the dance is past;
the dancers in repose
until again
the music sends
a dance into our souls.

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FRED OF MY HEART
© 10/1/93

I'm head-over-heart
in love with you...
just as you are,
just as you do.

My head wants to list
all the reasons why.
My heart doesn't care.
"so why even try"?

Suffice it to say
you're dear to me,
and by head or by heart
you always will be.

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WORK AT IT
© 12/13/93

The sweep of time does not exist

When dance is in the airing;
And rhythm is a soothing kiss

Of music to the hearing.

Work at it, work and work.

You cannot rest till dance is done,

Till all the dancers dance as one.
Work at it, work and work.

Dent the floor with pounding feet;

Sand it smooth with sliding.
Our hearts attuning to the beat,

And temperatures are rising.

Work at it, work and work.

To the dance your spirit bring.

Tame the music, make it sing.
Work at it, work and work.

Spin and glide until you know

The dance is not a plaything.
Master it, you're in control;

An artist in the making.

Work at it, work and work.

Now's the time to show the crowd.

Turn the music on, and loud!
Work at it, work and work...

And work...

And work.

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WAITING FOR WORD
For RaChelle on her way to Australia
© 8/16/94

Waiting for your call - it's hard
to know if you're OK.
What if someone snatched you from
the airport in LA.

Imagination has a way
to magnify the hours
into days and weeks and months
when worrying is ours.

"Please call, and quickly too!"
my mind and heart call out.
I need to know that all is well,
no mischief is about.

I think that I will be OK
when once the call is done
and mother's fears are laid to rest -
well, maybe just this one!

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LOSING MY MIND
© 8/9/95

Thoughts descend

upon my brow
weighing with

their heavy breath.
Can I know

the why or how
of happiness

or love or death?
What is it

I hope to find
In the darkness

of my selves?
Drawing back

the veil of mind
I cast around

upon the shelves -
Am I seeking

or just crying?
Is there any

thing I want?
Is there any

use in trying
to find new things

in old haunts?

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SLOW DOWN
© 9/6/95

A quiet space,
My wish fulfilled -
No frantic pace,
All tasks "until"ed

A novel thick,
Take to my rest.
This is the day
I like the best.

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i wish
© 9/7/95

what right have i to desire hope
to expect naught but sorrow?
what hope have i to own love,
to expect the care of another?
what else have i to wish for?
i have everything but you.

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SING PRAISE
© 2/22/96

With His praise on my lips
I will sing the glory of our Lord.
With His love in my heart
I will spread the story of his word.

His salvation to all people,

His creation of all things,

and His faithful lovingkindness-

Oh, what happiness it brings.

With His praise on my lips
I will sing the glory of our Lord.
With His love in my heart
I will spread the story of his word.

all creation!

his salvation!

celebration!

jubilation!

I will sing the glory of our Lord!

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BE WITH ME
© 2/23/96

Glory to you my Father;
Glory to you his Son;
Glory to you his Spirit;
God, blessed three in one.

May your praise be on my lips.

May your love be in my heart.

May your words be in my mind,

As I go about my work

May I find my peace with you.
May I give a helping hand.
May I share your word with someone
Who is in the sinking sand.

May we travel life together.

May we talk throughout the day.

May we be as one in spirit.

Lord, be with me as I pray.

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PRAYER SONG
© 3/4/96

Holy God, Lord of all,

at your throne we bow.
Hear us now, as we pray,

speak to us just now.
Let us know your lovingkindness.

Let us seek your will.
In your loving arms now bind us,

With your Spirit fill.

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LORD OF ALL
© 3/5/96

Lord of love, you are Lord of all.

The creator, and my maker;

Lord you catch me when I fall.
Praise your name, Highest, God above.

None is greater than my Savior

Who watchcares me with his love.
Glory in the highest -
Bless your holy name -
Praise your name forever,
For forever you're the same.

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A MOTHER'S BLESSING
For RaChelle's Wedding
© 5/15/96

As the pastor gives his blessing I add mine
Did God show me, just for you, he sent this man?
Was his coming not a gift of the divine,
An answer to my prayer?
And then he asked your hand.

Now you start your life of days in work and play
Three, with God, forever joined in love.
And I find again that I am called to pray.
In answer to my prayer;
May you please the Lord above.

I do not ask for you a life of ease
For in need you'll turn t'ward one another
And in sharing, one another please.
God grant me now my prayer
The blessings of your mother.

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THE CREATOR'S HAND
© 6/10/96

Your hand, O Lord, is mighty to me.
Your love is more than I understand.
Creation is yours from the rocks to the trees;
and I, even I, am the work of your hand.

I will glorify you forever -

join my voice with the angels above.

Praise you, Father, my own creator.

Praise you, father of love.

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DON'T BE ANGRY WITH ME
© 10/9/96

Bitter, raw and cold
is this winter in my heart;
Desolate and pale
where once you walked in springtime.
Shivering it yearns
to feel the heat of passion;
Or just your touch
to melt the numbness of my soul.

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DUTY AND PROMISE
© 1/12/97

Praise the Lamb, Lord of creation,

who from the beginning

was pierced for transgressors.
Praise to the Spirit, breath of Jehovah,

who brings God into us

as we are confessors.
All glory to God, Yahweh, our Father,

who wants all his children

to be intercessors.
This trinity Godhead, if we but obey Him,

stands ready to pour out

His love beyond measure.

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FOR JERRY AND JUDY
© 2/28/97

When two such meet
and hearts reach out
T'ward one another,
there's no doubt.
Comparing hopes
and dreams with care
You find your lives
were meant to share.
As moments turn
to years and more,
And you discover
what's in store;
Accept with joy,
without an end,
God's gift of love,
a mate, a friend.

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HOW GOES THE DAY
© 3/4/97

The birthing of a day is robed in aspirations;
awak'ng to new dreams bright with hope and promise.
Ambitious of the conquest of its full potential;
making plans to conquer everything before it.

The dying of a day wears shrouds of lamentation;
sighing in regret it wears remorse and sorrow.
Despairing of the failures, losses and deceptions;
but hoping still to conquer everything tomorrow.

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MOM'S ATTIC TREASURES
© Mother's Day 1997

Mom, I'm cleaning out the attic
where you saved your souvenirs;
and I'm finding, stored, the treasures
that you kept throughout the years.

I find baby books and dresses.
Here are letters, photographs.
There are toys that I remember
were the source of many laughs.

Wait a minute, something's missing
from the mem'rys neatly stored.
Its that nowhere am I finding
Old momentos of the Lord.

Thank you, Mom for always using
all the faith from God you had.
Thanks for showing me His grace
in the times both good and bad.

Thank you, too, for prayers unending
which you added to your love;
that you cared enough to lift us
to the Father's throne above.

As I'm sorting earthly treasures
that you stored upon the shelf;
I'm so thankful that you daily
kept God's Spirit in yourself.

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INDWELLING SPIRIT
© 7/18/97

The glory of God is above understanding!

The mind comprehends not, but here in my heart
abide love and blessings that only he giveth.

My worship and praise is a duty, my part,
to try to express what a gift he has given;

allowing mere mortals to have him inside.
I praise God Almighty for his Son and Spirit.

Unworthy am I, still with me he abides.

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THE SUN IN ANOTHER SKY
For Alex's Wedding
© 8/21/97

She had a son

who was her 'sun',

and sent him out one day
In hopes her son

would find someone

to join him on his way.
"Where is this one

meant for my son?"

she'd wonder, watch and pray.

Now love has won.

he's found the one _

and on their wedding day
With friends and fun

they'll join as one

"forever, come what may."
For now that son

shines as the 'sun'

in someone else's day.

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ALONE TOGETHER
© 9/1/97

I met myself in solitude

- two is less lonely than one.
We talked and laughed,

comparing dreams and desires,
and found,

much to our surprise,
that we were,

after all,

very much alike!

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FILLING THE SILENCE
© 9/10/97

I'm speechless --

so I will be silent.
('audacity' springs to my mind.)
Though feeling wounded and betrayed,

I will not accuse.
"How could you..." and "Why didn't..." can wait.

But...

I just don't get it!
What happened to my rights?

and, yes, I do think I know what is best!
Then again, you are,

after all,

God.

I'm sorry --

now I will be silent.
('humility' springs to my mind).
How dare I presume

to know what is best?
Didn't I say you could be in control?

Please, speak to me, Lord --

do not be silent...

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ADRIFT IN A SEA OF TEARS
Shari's Lament
© 9-15-97

a ship set sail
to distant lands and shores.
it's gone again.
i watched it sail away.

why is it then
that i feel set adrift?
it took my love
and with him, night and day.

look back to me
and bid me sweet farewell;
but still i'll cry
till you drift back my way.

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AT A LOSS
© 9/23/97

Grief is thick
poured out upon my heavy heart
weighing me further down
and down
till I just sit and stare.
"not real" I cry,
almost convinced myself,
until another wave strikes
and pulls me down again.
I do not want to sink
beneath this sea of tears-
and sometimes hope
will hold me up awhile.
But I am crushed
by waves of misery,
where grief has come
to almost bury me.

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WORD GAMES
© 9/26/97

1
Onomatopoeia means the `crackle' and the `crunch'
sound the same if you should say them or you make them with your lunch.
2
It isn't a crime
if a poem doesn't rhyme.
3
A diphthong is not worn for wading in water
nor is it a dish from Japan or Hong Kong.
It's vowel sounds that ooze into one other
when in one short syllable they roll off the tongue.
4
There's homonyms and synonyms and antonyms galore
but I cannot remember which is which now anymore!
If bears walk in bear feet (or should that be bare?)
or if my Aunt has ants why should anyone care?
I've bawled and I've scratched my head till I'm bald.
But I still don't know by what fancy word that is called!
5
Alliteration is a little like listening
to drops of rain dancing and glistening.
6
Brash and crashing
the harsh sounds bang.
Cacophony never whispers.
7
I can write hyperbole better than anyone!
8
You said my rhymes were stiff as a tree.
Is that metaphor or imagery,
or maybe it was simile?
It's really got the best of me.

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WHAT DO YOU THINK?
© 10/24/97

I'm worried what you think of me.
What would you think if you should see
what is inside this mind of mine?
Not that I'm thinking all the time!

I'm worried you would think me mean
for thinking someone isn't clean
enough to matter. Oh, would you
not judge what I think or do?

Granted I am fully blessed
by having friends and peace and rest,
I only wish somehow to find
your thinking brings me peace of mind.

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A LOVE SONG
for Alex and Shari
© 3/12/98

Her hands dance with music,

her voice sings a line,
her heart plays a harmony

with him as the rhyme.

Love wrote a symphony,

their hearts found the beat.
The two keep a rhythm

with a melody sweet.

Sing them a love song.

Hum softly the tune
of love's composition

they've written to croon.

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bringing me bunnies and blooms.
Care is you, in the summer,

tending to decks, dogs, and rooms.
Hope is you, in the autumn,

stacking up wood to keep warm.
Joy is you, in the winter,

holding me close in your arms.

Season by season you love me.

Month after month you still care.
Week by week you bring hope that,

with joy, you will daily be there.

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WELCOME CHILD
© 6/24/98

When first I heard that you would be
arriving soon and making three
with Al and Shari,"Dad and Mom"
I jumped for joy and sang a song.
I sang of sunshine, sang of dew,
and other tender things like you.
This song, the most important part,
was "welcome, child, into my heart"

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you ask of me.
Christ, the Lord

for'er will be!
He's the King

and Lord of love
down in my heart

and heav'n above.
My life, my love,

sustaining breath;
who lets me live

through his own death.
Jesus is,

and he will be,
my all-in-all,

and faith to abide in his blessings.

"Lord God," I cry,
"open my eyes.
Pour out your love.
Fill my cup."

Grace He doth give,

that we may live;

forgiven, fulfilled, in his presence.

"Give over my pride
to Jesus, who died
and rose, to save all
from the fall.

Lord, send me forth

bearing your sword

of witness and prayer, and of service."

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IN RETROSPECT
© 6/20/00

How does one ever sum up 50 years,
With all of the joys and, yes, a few tears?
Finding that �someone� only begins
The process of loving that 50 years brings.
�Getting to know you�, that�s how it starts,
Then learning to love takes over your hearts.
Everyone�s faults come right to the fore,
Raising the stress just a little bit more.

�Once we are married it will all be okay,�
You say to yourselves on your wedding day.
But then there are jobs, and also the bills
Tight little budgets with room for no frills.
It�s �How can you not like my favorite food?�
And �Whoever told you that �liver� was good?�
Division of labor: �You take out the trash.�
�I�ll clean up the kitchen, without being asked.�

Kids come along in only a while,
And you have to work out your parenting style.
�Are we going to spank or will we only scold,
Whenever our kids don�t do what they�re told?�
The older girl likes to do �girly� stuff,
The little boy, boy, he�s all boy, sure enough!
It�s that kid in the middle that cannot decide,
�Shall I play in the mud, or do drawing inside?�

Oftentimes just moving one town down the line,
Would stress family life, but we moved all the time.
Nobody freaked out, nobody got vexed,
As we waited to see where we would live next.
Vacations were great, by road or by rail,
�Pack up in a hurry, we�re hitting the trail.�
Off to Montana, to Emmett, or ocean,
Grab sunglasses, sunbonnets, and your suntan lotion.

Three teens at one time kept them on their toes,
Till one at a time they watched them all go.
Leaving to start out on lives of their own,
Seems time passes quickly, so soon they are grown.
Then grandkids, retirement, and moving again,
Building a new house, and making new friends.
Today looking back we can hear them both say,
�It�s been a wonderful trip to our Golden Day.�

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IN DADDY'S ARMS
© 3/24/01
�Hold me up, Daddy,�
a little boy cries
when he can�t see the view
and Daddy�s so high.
�Pick me up, Daddy,�
when he�s skinned a knee
or things just get scary
when he tries to sleep.

But he grows a little
and no longer naps,
so he�s sure he also
outgrew Daddy�s lap.
On come the years
and trials weigh him down.
Though he toughs it out
his heart wears a frown.

His strength slowly wanes -
he must realize
he�s still very small
but that not in size.
Too tired to walk
from the valley so low -
unable to heal
the hurts that he knows -

Then he remembers
his father�s great love
and new hope arises -
the man looks above.
He raises his hands -
cries out from his knees
to God up in heaven,
�Daddy, carry me, please.�

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THE GIFT OF ART
© 10/25/00
The artist here among us
is anyone who strives
to create a thing of beauty
as viewed through their own eyes,
or passes on their sorrows,
pain or great despair
with images or words or sounds
designed to let us share.
And also it's the artist
who tries to lift a spirit
by making art encourage one
when one should see or hear it.
I thank you artists, every one,
for giving us your art
when doing so requires you
to share with us your heart.

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on my lips.

In my heart
I hunger so for this

from you.

And I pray
that this will be the day

when this love

that we have
will seal me ever - always

to you.

By my side
I beg of you to lie.

When you ask,

�May I stay?�
My heart can only cry,

�Please do.�

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and she gave that son to God.
She dedicated Samuel to the work of God

to be raised in holiness.
Samuel lived his life in the presence of the Lord
and by the Lord he was blessed.

Samuel was a son prayed for.

Now we have prayed for years
and a son was born,

and God gave that son to us.
We dedicate you Samuel to the work of God,

to be raised in holiness.
Samuel, live your life in the presence of the Lord
and by the Lord be thou blessed.

Samuel, you're a son prayed for.

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a child of God

The I heard your cry,
Like a bridegroom for his bride,
When she turns her back and follows

someone else.

When I walked away -

you pursued me.
When I knelt again -

you renewed me.

Now I'm hungry soon to see,
What you've prepared for me,

as I join you in the Father's house.

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BEING STILL
© 10/10/04

Still,
still,
my Lord I�ll be still,
to hear from your voice
the word you would give.

That word for today
may be �grace�, �trust� or �peace�
but only you know
the word that I need.

As I go through the day
my life is so loud
I�ve learned that I must
break away.
For the only way I
can hear when you speak
to my heart is to be
very still.

So now Lord, I wait for you,
being still,
still,.

HAPPY FACE
For Christian
© 05/28/06
I never knew anyone who had so much fun
Finding humor each day as my little grandson.
You, little guy, are a laugh every minute.
There isn�t a day without hilarity in it.
You chuckle and chortle, guffaw and snort.
With snickers and grins you show cheer of all sorts.
You�re happy and smiley. With cackles apace
You truly have joy and it shows on your face.
Such sharing of cheer is God�s gift to you,
So you keep right on giggling every day through.

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