grass grey
needles brown
waiting for spring
to come to town
waiting
shifts
worry wrecked repose i re enter rest weary your heat remnant in the sheets re solves heart mind body soul spirit
If
If I let You
Order the day
Order my mind
Order my soul
Things go
Better
Smoother
Easier
My heart doesn’t pound so
My mouth doesn’t snap so
My mind doesn't race so
As Eugene Petersen rendered so wonderfully well
I walk in the
Unforced rhythms of grace1
Who wouldn’t want this Poppa
Who
1. Matthew 11: 20 - 30 The Message
Tangled
Life Meanders along just fine and Unravels in a moment (a second is all it takes to make a total mess) Right? Then begins the Untangling Unraveling the Slow Tedious Painstaking Courageous Work To become Whole (ish) Again
Gargantuan
Tears tremble Threaten to spill At every remembrance Of An old grief Yet gargantuan (I should be over this by now) I’m tired Embarrassed Overwhelmed Afraid Ashamed What if I start crying Will I ever stop
Coyote
Twice now I’ve seen you Standing stopped still We interrupted (twice) Lucy and I Your morning and evening wanderings Scourge to some you appear to me majestic Your coat now thick and grown healthy with good hunting You paused As did I We sized each other up Considered And then went our separate ways You to your world I to mine
Strange
Geese now flocking But strange I find them Sheltering under Unlikely trees The water now too warm for their liking and At odds with Ancient instincts What have we done What have we done What have we done
Choosing
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good
Romans 12:21
New International Version
Today In the plain everyday nothing remarkable ordinary day of Returning something at the store Checking on an overdue order Confusion over the date of a program Driving I choose Will I Be Overcome by evil (and heave and sigh and roll my eyes and demand my way and demonstrate my selfish self interested disgust in a thousand tiny ways) Or Will I Overcome evil With Love Joy Peace Patience Kindness Goodness Faithfulness Gentleness Self-control Every day (in a thousand tiny ways) We choose (for better or for worse) We choose For me We choose For you
Poddle
Poddle verb To walk with slow, short, or unsteady steps; to proceed in a dawdling or uncoordinated manner I might as well get comfortable With poddling through the day As poddling and dawdling Are more appropriate for my age No longer Slick and sleek But really rather slow Meandering and Measured and Wobbly as I go Oh
Wreak
wreak verb \ ˈrēk also ˈrek \ wreaked; wreaking; wreaks Definition of wreak transitive verb 1: BRING ABOUT, CAUSE wreak havoc You didn't mean it Couldn’t have Wouldn’t Yet I’m wrecked By your wreaking Heal me Poppa Heal me Heal me Heal me Me I am too small under its weight
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