Silence Is

Silence is sitting back in the recliner after a day
at work when the radio was too loud.

Silence is hearing the birds singing after hearing
neighbors bickering.

Silence is listening to beloved hymns after hearing
yourself complaining about things that cannot be changed.

Silence is reading the words of Rumi after reading news of
rape, murder and molestation.

When one is silent about another's wrongdoings, silence is
the sound of the devil shouting. So speak up, and he will
not be heard!

When one is silent in prayer and rest, silence is the sound
of God talking. So speak up, so He may be heard!

Yes, when God talks to you, let Him talk through you!

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Like a Freight Train Coming

I am a poet, writer and psalmist,
Thanks to the events of a wedding reception.
Those three titles have been added to my list,
And now I write like my life is almost done.

I receive inspiration from just about anything,
From memories of old and new.
Thoughts of friends and family to me do spring
To mind, and my hand has a lot of work to do.

However, there are times when I am empty,
I can't think of anything to write.
I try so hard, it almost frustrates me
When my poem mill is void, therefore adding to my plight.

But then, there I'll be, not even trying to write,
When all of a sudden, like a frieght train coming,
Like a bolt of lightning, inspiration strikes. So, right
Then and there, I grab my book, and words from me start humming.

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Game Shows And Dog Chews

Watching television together is what we would choose,
viewing game shows and tasting dog chews.

Grandpa and I were very close, though we never played together,
our time together was grandiose.

Things for him I always brang, such as a cold glass of water,
or Park, NOT Tang!

Yes, there were times when he was a grump, but to me,
he never acted a chump.

Off he would go in 'John's Cadillac', his electric cart,
to get a thing or two from the local mart.

Very excited I would be when going to visit grandma and he,
despite the fact of me getting things for him, oh, he kept me as busy as a bee!

When I heard news of his death, I took a relieved breath. Better off he is with the Lord,
than to suffer in great discord.

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I Saw Light

I saw light
In a place as dark as night.
I saw light.

Somehow it doesn't seem right,
To see darkness, where once there was light.
Somehow it doesn't seem right.

You saw hope
At the thought of ridding yourself of this burden.
You saw hope.

They saw hope
At the thought of having one like me.
They saw hope.

They saw
A nursery with a crib, bottles and toys,
Clothes, diapers, all of the joys.
A messy face, messy bib, spat out peas,

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