God’s Hand is in Everything: Pulpit Wisdom Haiku

Folks get blamed for things/
they had no hand in, but God’s/
hand is in all things.”

(Original quote from the pulpit: “A lot of people get blamed for things they had no hand in, but the Lord’s hand is in everything.”)

If I’m Exposed, Then What?

Why
don’t I
write
more often?

I was writing
daily,
often hourly.
At times,
my fingers flew
across the keyboard,
as I had much to say
and never enough time
to say what was needed.

What happened?
Why did I stop?
Was it fear?
Was it concern?
Was it worry
about exposing myself
and what that looked like?

If I don’t say anything,
then nobody can accuse me
of being
or sounding like
a fool.

It’s safe here
in my hidden hideaway,
my harbor,
nestled
next to
giant oceanliners.

But being
in the harbor
is not
what ships
are designed
to do.

Neither am I
destined to be still
or silent
or quiet.
I have words to write,
right?
Right words
to proclaim.

If I don’t
speak up,
then I will be
left out,
and will
have wasted
my talents
and abilities.

Those
who could have been helped
by me,
must instead
find their own path,
listened to other voices.

I hope they are as kind as I would have been

Why Worry About Other’s Problems? Free Verse Poem

It came upon
a late evening, clear.
As she rolled over,
not connected,
and I tried
(in vain)
to reconnect
(even though she was
late-night medicine
falling asleep),
she mumbled:
“Did you ever notice:
You try to help others
with their problems?”

A truer social media observation
was never made.
Facebook philanthropy
is alive and well.
How easy it is
to fix,
chastise,
or praise others
from afar,
when we have
our own issues
to deal with
right where we are?

Why do we solve for others?
Because it’s easy.
Because it’s quick.
Because it makes us feel
good about ourselves
and what we can do.
Because it’s fairly risk free.
Because IF they talk back,
we can ignore them.
Because we have
no responsibility
if our advice
or our helping
is terrible.

But if I have to answer
my children,
my spouse,
my parents,
my relatives,
my friends,
my neighbors,
face-to-face,
or through a phone call,
or in real time,
that’s risky!

They might not like
what I have to say.
They might get angry.
They might get frustrated.
They might lash out at me.
It might not go well.

Then again,
of course,
it might go fantastically.
And wouldn’t that be worth
all the risk
that there could be?

Super Moonset over West Chickamauga Creek

The Setting Of The Super Moon: Two Haiku

Super Moonset over West Chickamauga CreekWhen you’re out of the/
daily grind, you can take time/
to watch the moon set.

AND

Super moon rises/
are grand. Did you miss them? There’s/
still super moon sets.

Super moon set over the West Chickamauga and a corn field, through a gap in the oak trees.

If you miss the rising of the super moon
in the late afternoon,
don’t forget:
When the grass is early morning dew wet,
there’s a super moon set.

The Flags We Fly: Patriotic Sonnet

Our household flys a few flags
outside of our doors.
Often just one or two.
Sometimes a few more.

In season there’s Packers, Badgers,
Brewers and Sounders flags, too.
Sometimes there’s an M’s or a “12” banner.
But there’s always the Red, White and Blue.

Old Glory waves proudly
from the dawn’s early light
and on through the sunset and dark,
when we shine her up with spotlights.

No matter what sport we might be cheering or involved in,
our house wants folks to know how much we love our great Nation.

My wife is so patriotic she wrote a book about freedom. Find out about “Restoring Liberty” here.