Category Archives: Writing

Psalm of David: Sadness and Gratitude

In the days of my sorrow,
let me recall what great blessing
The LORD hath bestowed
upon me and my house.

Let me count those gifts,
the peaceable things
which He in His mercy
has given me.

Let my heart from then on
be no more sorrowed or worried.
Let my soul not lie down in sadness,
but instead let me rise up in joy and rejoicing.

Let me praise
the goodness and mercy
of God and His Son,
that I may be a glad
and a profitable servant.

Let me be found worthy
to be welcomed into Their Kingdom,
both down here on earth,
and in Their eternal realms, for forever.

Ok Boomer Is Ageism

When some young ‘un yells /
“Ok, Boomer!” at me, I’ll/
call out: “Ageism!”

What Am I Doing And Why?

The rain has come
and gone.
Torrents falling
and felling
wildflowers
and trees
and hopes
of what I was going to do
today.

Doctor Seuss
and the Cat
and the siblings
knew what that felt like:
Stuck inside,
plans dashed.

My wife and I
though,
(Thing 1 and Thing 2)
were able to clean
and sort
and organize,
even as the rain fell.

Something
from nothing.

But now
I’ve cleaned up,
changed,
showered,
dressed,
much too early
to leave as I planned.
And I can’t go back out
and work
in the dirt
the way I want to.

My hands will be muddy,
my knees will be soiled,
my hair will be full
of garbage
and dirt,
and I will not be ready to go
anywhere.

What should I do instead?

I’ll put my fingers
on the black keyboard,
stare at a blank screen
of white,
and wait to see
what comes out,
what happens next,
where the day
will take me,
and why.