Here on My Knees

I know it's been a long time since I've posted here, but there's been a lot going on, not the least of which is putting together my seventh book of poetry "Here on My Knees."

Contained within the pages of "Here on My Knees" you will find poems of faith and inspiration in Section 1 - A Growing Faith, and Section 2 - This Man Called Jesus. Poems based on family, love, everyday happenings and humorous verses are included to lighten your spirits in Section 3 - Penny Poetry.

The poems in "Here on My Knees" reflect my faith and realization that God is worthy of praise and faithful to hear our prayers, a sensitivity to everyday events, a love of family, and the knowledge that happiness and laughter contribute greatly to everyone's well-being.

I hope you will check it out and thank you for your interest.

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Ruth

Age

Age

They say maturity
Comes with time
And experience,
But age comes like
A thief in the night
Or an uninvited guest,
Unwelcome and unwanted,
Using up your resources,
And stealing your most
Precious possessions.

Of all the things age
Has stolen from me,
I miss desire the most.
I miss the longing
In a lover’s eyes
And the gentle caress
Of his touch.
I miss feeling his
Urgent need
And watching his
Patient control
As he brings my need
In sync with his own.

Age then lingers on
Turning life into
Long, sleepless nights
And lonely unending days
When your only companions
Are nostalgia and regret,
Bringing painful memories
Tumbling unbidden down
The broken staircase
Of your life—
A squatter on what little
Land you have left,
Unwilling to leave until
It is dispossessed
By death.

Gentle Spirit

Gentle spirit
spread your wings.
Your home awaits
in eternal spring.
Do not look back
or to life cling.
What I have promised
you will receive.
Some tears will flow
and some will grieve;
but have no fear
for those you leave.
I will lift them up,
make right the wrongs;
for your loving heart
has made them strong.
So come my child,
the way’s not long.
I’ll walk beside you.
My peace I’ll bring.
So, take my hand
as the angels sing…
Gentle spirit,
spread your wings!

What Happened?

What Happened?

What really happened in Orlando?
Did they get it wrong or right?
Does Casey have any regrets?
Do her tears really flow in the night?

Was Kaylee looking down
Wondering what went on,
Wondering “Why Mama, why?
Are you happy now that I’m gone?”

What really happened in Orlando?
How was justice served?
Was the verdict just or jaded?
Or was Casey judged on a curve?

No One Wants to Hear Me Sing

No One Wants to Hear Me Sing

No one wants to hear me sing
for my voice is so unreliable.
No one wants to hear me sing
My lack of talent – undeniable!
No one wants to hear me sing
yet the birds in the trees grow still
and join right in to sing along
when I begin my howling trill.
I sing for the joy of singing
on any day cloudy or fair
and if no one wants to hear me sing,
well you know… I don’t really care!

God Can!

God Can!

What do you have in your hands?
Has it cost you heartache and pain?
Has it robbed your life of joy?
Has it made you a tormented man?

What do you have in your hands?
Do you need to just let it go?
Has it filled your nights with tears?
Let it go, for God understands.

What do you have in your hands?
Is your burden too heavy to bear?
Think you just can’t take anymore?
When you think you can’t, God can!

What do you have in your hands?
Does it look like it’s not enough?
What may seem so little to you
May be great in God’s holy plan.

So take what you have in your hands
And offer it up to the Lord.
He will turn it from bad to good
And he’ll love you as only God can!

Awaiting the Sign

Awaiting the Sign

Noah made one Ark to carry the righteous
with a blueprint from God’s own hands.
It had just one door to enter in
and only one window looked out.
Only one wood could build it
for only one family worth saving
who awaited one sign of forgiveness,
a covenant rainbow of promise
over a world wiped clean
and renewed.

Our Ark today is the same,
a blueprint from God’s own hands.
It has just one door to enter in,
only through Jesus Christ.
There is only one window, the Word,
with sixty-six books of instructions.
From only one wood is it built,
wood hewn from Calvary’s cross.
Christians of faith and courage
must come and knock at the door,
and await God’s sign of forgiveness,
a few life saving words of promise,
“Come in my child.
Welcome home!”