Mere minutes away,
but they’ve got no money.
Don’t our children know
that their dads would mow
their lawn, take out the garbage,
or clean their garage,
to be with their children on Father’s Day?
Anything beats sitting at home
all alone,
staring at the phone,
waiting for their call.
Trying not to bawl
or feel dumb
When the message doesn’t come.
Feeling sad,
I wonder: “How bad
was I as a dad?”
Free agency means/
we can choose to obey rules./
We can’t make our own.
OR
Free agency means/
we can choose to obey God’s/
rules, not make our own.
He told her she was/
argumentative. “I’m not!”/
she said. He smiled. “See?”
When you feel God has/
left you alone, just endure,/
(like on Fast Sunday!)
It’s hard going to /
singles’ dances and hearing/
I said she should take/
off her sandals to connect/
with Earth. I didn’t.
When reality/
TV turned more important/
than me, I turned off.
When you are
in a rose garden
with Abe,
Psyche,
a great spirit warrior,
the Spirit of Life,
a foal and moose,
Paul Revere,
the setting sun,
and America the Beautiful,
you can’t help but weep
with gratitude and joy,
even when a teenaged church class
comes rushing through,
looking for Love
in all the wrong places.
You sorrow knowing/
you have more stuff to get rid/
of than you just did.
You know you’ve moved out/
when the final food storage/
box is taken out.
