The yeses and the no’s float merrily by

As I try me each day more to live than to die

While with the thought of the good and the evil I vie

In a relative personal way.

The circles turn quickly around God, you and me

And the glimpses of faith, hope and charity

As I try with my best the whole picture to see

While my senses cling close here today.

What ‘yes’ may bring pain undesired?

What ‘no’ keep me too much here mired?

How come me to choose more inspired?

That life will more linger and stay.

Ah, therein lies the dilemma not moot;

What life and what death does me suit?

As the yeses and the no’s I recruit

From the center while the edges I fray;

In pleasures too blind for the journey,

In journeys too distant and wide,

In battles too close to the struggle within

That I cannot in clarity decide.

So living and dying keep passing

And God keeps on being everlasting

While my self I am forging and casting

By the yeses and the no’s that I try.

2012.04.22.1000 ©

It is the silence and the solitude that would turn my inside out,

When I look to comfort elsewhere in something I can surmount.

Yes, the journey is unsettling when there’s nothing there for me,

And I run to senses comfort, in what I hear and what I see.

Then my death is less outstanding in a world in my control,

And I find pleasure more in my body and in the world than with my soul.

But the lifespan of the former is mere measured minutes mine

While the soul is taking pictures for eternal time rewind.

So we play the circle daily in and out and round and round

Till we realize in earnest we are hell or heaven bound,

Where this world must be a memory and no one accompany

But the silence and the solitude in the soul that will be me.

2011.04.23.0800 ©

Am I using all my God-given talents?

You know, the body, the mind and the soul;

Am I seeking to keep the perspective

Seeing everything as part of a whole?

Not leaning too much to one facet

Or avoiding that which doesn’t make sense;

Am I straining to forget the future and the past

And living too much in the present tense?

Nothing lasts forever!

So why is not nothing sanctified?

Why it is because it is transient and silly,

You know, that which has withered and died.

Oh, I see the cause for avoidance,

Profanity has greater appeal;

It puffs ourselves up and it feeds what is pride

And it keeps us from having to kneel.

2012.03.31.1100 ©

Life, itself, without some comfort is so scary

I am all alone and all alone must parry

What the world and the Unknown would have me carry

On my shoulders, on my back and in my head.

So I travel round the places I have been

And I cling to what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen

Till the end from everything I must be weaned

And I find what is alive and what is dead.

Should I cower in the corner or take courage

From a faith, a hope, a love that I can share?

Can I step into the dark that does disparage

All the folly that my pride did choose to dare?

Yes, the end will have me naked and so humble

Like the Garden or the womb that I forgot

So I pray that all I am will never crumble

To the forces where I’ll find that I am not.

2012.03.28.0900 ©