Put Your Mind in a Better Place
Entertainment for Life
Spiritually uplifting poems, reflecting life’s trials and tribulations in nature and in our shared human experience. Grace shines the light of hope in the details of our lives, helping us take the next journey-step. Keep going. Hope’s embrace awaits.
“A wonderful collection of poems, I know I will return to it again, from time to time for a spiritual pick me up or encouragement. Or even just to put a smile on my face. Poetry infused with faith.” ~Steven
I am now adding this year’s newest poems.
Icy cold drink on a blistering hot day,
Cracking open a story,
to mystery glory,
Twists and turns on the way.
Chattered conversation in hearing range,
Familiar family, comfortable exchange.
Band-aids for when the peeler strays
Crunchy salad with soft bread,
Punctuated with holidays.
A gaze held with meaning; you know.
Relationships despite skirmishes manage to grow.
Babies, eagles, and kittens,
Platypus ridiculous, even minnows and jellyfish,
Make no moment worthless.
For in treasuring each,
The soul does reach,
To wave life’s flag of joy.
If Trees Could Talk
If trees could talk,
What would they say?
If they could walk,
Would they also play?
Leaves tremble in silent breeze.
Their colors change, as seasons please.
Fruit for the plucking.
Giants with myriad homes,
Rest for the weary soul.
Unable to escape—fire, flood, disease…
Yet in their shadowed glen
A piercing light, God may send,
My thick-trunk friend may speak,
Livingness in green and gray.
Playfully taking me places,
My feet may never dwell.
A spirit’s deep wishing-well.
As the sun drops beyond the horizon low,
Leaving the crimson world aglow,
I stand alone between flowers and trees,
Soaking in a gentle breeze.
Fireflies twinkle in fairy-land darts,
Easing mind, soul, and heart.
In noontime heat,
I stroll the familiar beat.
Stepping around molehills and brushing off flies,
I pant with weariness, daytime sighs.
Just by chance,
The wind sent the oak leaves to dance,
Revealing my friend hidden beneath.
Magic in miracles of light-dance, I hold belief.
Glorious is the sudden understanding, truth,
My little friend stays hidden all day, aloof.
Faithful in habitual flight,
Enjoying the security of solitary night,
His daytime sojourn rest,
Ensures my nocturne blest.
To each own a day and night enlighten.
His to rest and then to roam.
Mine to love and hope to brighten,
Our shared home.
Where to Feed?
A humming bird flitters by,
The glittering feeder gone dry.
Guilty, I note,
Unwholesomely, upon my feathered friends I dote.
To watch and claim my own wee-beast
I succor them from best to least.
A flighty friend, too, am I,
To wander hungry, expectations sigh.
Where to feed,
To fill my need?
The easy sugar-treat
Weakness does entreat.
Culinary goodness command,
Time, patience, skill demand.
Does the tiny bird entreat?
“Don’t follow me to water-sweet.
Rather look and seek,
Nature’s blossoms—humble, meek.”
The shiny bottle drained.
All manner of creatures claimed.
The fake and unnatural retreat.
Their honest virtue must compete.
Plant flowering bushes to abound.
Nectar options our homes surround.
Seek not the easy-life
Without work, sweat, and myriad-strife.
Fly to that which our Creator did intend,
Our wills to bend.
To humble flower from the earth grows true.
Or from emptiness, we shall rue.
Where Life United
Your eyes record a different world than mine,
Without my music, books, or time.
Declining years loom ahead,
Your face lights with futuristic hope instead.
Joking, you say, go back to days long past,
But no return would I gladly clasp.
Adolescence confusion reaped.
Love and marriage replaced dreamland,
Hard work on every hand.
Lonely passages and dangerous curves,
This present life, opportunity serves.
So many have gone before,
Some certain few stand at the door.
Tree branches end in buds to bloom,
No matter the change, it comes too soon.
Young eyes with wonder see and decide,
Old vision dims with ancient grief abide.
Hardly knowing what you don’t know,
Ever and anon, it’s ever so.
Look and see,
Live and be.
One day plighted,
Where life united.
Souls Do Matter
Once upon a time-ish,
An ancient voice did call.
Men before God responded, collecting a mighty haul.
Ever the saintly clad, reason so assured,
You got what you deserved, from every evil cured.
In stages God did send,
Our lives in newest trend.
Listen, hear, behold,
How many times must you be told?
Summer sun, glittering glow,
Frosty chill, blowing snow.
A thousand words—nature’s parables did cry,
Spirits recognize passion with a lofty sigh.
Forgive them, Lord, they know not what they do.
Honesty, I wonder, have they ever had a clue?
Lie to me, with me, through me.
Despite deceit, your friend I be.
Except in the end,
Spirits break—not bend.
Between beast and divine,
Arms open wide—Yours and mine.
In our glory, fools shatter.
In perfection, our souls do matter.
God’s glory do we seek,
In nature, human, divine, He speak.
Timeless, Eternal Word,
Soul’s longing cry,
For Goodness Sake
Photos speak what words no longer say,
Who once lived, loved, shaped each day.
Sweet baby fresh,
Hope, fears mesh.
Young mother held and rocked,
Against all monsters locked.
Rustic Dad with kids did roam,
Always return, safe haven home.
In youth’s mighty grasp,
The world did clasp.
Joy over thrown,
Disappointment did own.
But down the lane,
Return hope sane,
As world jolts,
And reason bolts.
Faithful siblings clash,
Memories, tears dash.
New vision dear,
Hearts swell and break,
Love—for goodness sake.
Genius Love from Above
My head is stuffed with thoughts profound,
The puppy’s eyes follow me round.
From cradle to grave,
My brilliance—a knave.
To-do lists organize life,
Duty calls for thrifty wife.
Family, friends, country, space,
A universe of relations
Not so wise.
Answers have not,
Trade texts for text,
Offer emoji smile.
So little a thing,
Grace endows a simple heart,
This world to next, we never part.
Climbing unimagined height,
Cold, relentless wind does bite.
Family clan, broken shell,
Seeking love in seeking friend,
Truth doesn’t bend.
Clamoring gong, attention now,
Sweet good nature the Earth does plow.
Tree lines fall, alone on high.
The valley spread in glory, sigh.
Hand in hand, heart to heart,
Living, serving, company apart.
God in majesty does hand out reach
Holding faith, experience teach.
Seeds of Tomorrow’s Day
Saving grace of lives well lived,
Do faithful offerings make.
Far away from familiar love,
A libation for my sake.
Burns fresh anew
At the temple of my need.
Kindness forges strength,
In the spirit of good deed.
Exile in life
Partner in strife
Family ties replaced
Paths made clear.
Death has no hold when life beyond limit grows.
Blessed are the merciful, for mercy they shall know.
We sow in fresh-turned clay,
The seeds of tomorrow’s day.
An old day in a new week.
Slanting shadows aspirations seek.
Find endurance through counted time.
Lists and plans accounted mine.
Yet, no future eye can see—
Chirping birds insist, “Just be.”
Lonely through love.
Stretching wholeness from above.
Leaves dance in an evening breeze.
Twirling, swaying, few eyes do see.
Conversation, laughter in the next room.
Me, myself, and I cocooned
Can strength be found in a new day bright,
When shadows loom and limit sight?
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Listen, birds, let weary hearts sing.
For hope does dwell in unlikely dreams.
Light or shadow—nothing is as it seems.
An empty bench waits by the sea,
Ponder time and silence free.
Loving son and loving daughter,
Blue sky and bluer sea.
Dragonflies flitter by,
The waves roll on a mid-day sigh.
Sand, rock, weed, and flower,
Nature changes by the hour.
All our name and titles float away,
Petty divisions hate of the day.
Only myself, yet everyone be,
Join in communion with all humanity.
Truth of Loveliness
As dappled light crawls up the trees,
The sun sets slanting across the seas.
Children murmur in evening play,
Birds chirp goodnight to the day.
Staccato hoots of an early owl,
Cats wander on the prowl.
The breeze stills,
The air chills.
The last tractor rumbles by,
Piano chords through open windows sigh.
Fireflies flash their fairy lights,
Frogs chorus into the night.
Sweet is the summer evening fair,
When life and love and joy do dare,
To accomplish that which no earthly treasure buys,
A truth of loveliness that never dies.
THE KINGDOM OF IF
If only we remembered from whence we came
And delighted in the goodness from above.
If only we grew our strength
From the victory of enduring love.
If only we realized that everything we have is a gift.
And that gifts can be taken away.
If only we toiled for that which lasts
And not so much for the day.
If only we lived lives of hope and not of dreadful dread-
We would know lives of joyful fruit
And not live as if we were already dead.
Winter never came,
Spring came too soon.
Summer came and burned us up,
Autumn’s hope from doom.
Childhood raced me by,
Grown-up came too soon.
Parenthood came and livened things up,
Ancient wisdom is my future bloom.
I live upon the seasons, God,
Seasons come and go.
So fast, oh God, so fast.
We yearn, we long,
We freeze, we burn,
We change as seasons go.
Forgive us, Lord,
We forget; we long for seasons gone.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Look and see the leaves fall and freeze,
Then, oh God, the spring breeze.
Go on—go on.
Hope’s Embrace: A Bhuaci Poem
Sisters—linking arms amid the crashing seas-breeze waves—laughing as we fell,
For we knew no fear in our homeland—there we did happily dwell.
Hope ever sprouted,
Love never doubted.
When invaders destroyed our youth and ships to far stars were sent,
Still, our hearts beat true to love—to our faith’s content.
You on board, shivering and afraid,
Me, left behind to protect the homeworld, where I stayed.
Long years passed and messages did tell of new homes fair,
I wish I’d been with you and every adventure shared.
But my content was in knowing you were free,
For enduring great danger here, never safe were we.
Strange silence then ensued and fearful the cause we pursued.
No words can describe the loss—an entire planet laid waste.
Only dead rocks floating in space—a home—myriad dreams erased.
So sister now, only memory serves to fill the aching void,
Where once we played and with our lives enjoyed.
But somber truth teaches—even in heavy loss we endure,
To strengthen that which is beyond any mortal cure.
My daughter now I send to far distant stars to seek,
Our salvation in a future none yet can hope to speak.
My child, cling fast to the dream that held us in its sway,
The joys and laughter that brighten youth’s holy, every-day.
For there is no salvation found apart from the dreams that dwell,
Safely in the hearts of those who know how to love so well.
My friend and ever yet my enemy,
A hope-filled universe you offer me.
But of every joyous ride,
There is another, darker side,
Once imaged, flesh and blood disperse,
No hope to rehearse,
A lovelier, honest version be,
But never an eye to see.
You loose the bonds of life,
Without a moment’s strife.
Never seen upon the stage,
Neither gladness nor in rage,
Fantasies are never born,
Never to laugh or to scorn.
Merely disintegrate as vapors in the sky,
I need not ask the reason why.
A truth, a fact, in reality,
I must live authentically—still.