WHAT DO YOU WANT BUD?

 

I saw a Buddhist monk today

At a hot dog stand

The cook stood at the griddle

Doing his thing

“What can I make you” was his

Gruff demand

The monk replied, “Make me one

With everything”

DARWINS DESIGN

 

There is, today, a fierce debate

Well in America at any rate

Darwinism is again causing friction

Some claim his work to be a fiction

And his “Origin of the Species”

Is likened to a pile of fetid faeces

Fossil evidence has caused the strife

Showing Random explosions of life  

Evolution was not a gradual change

Thoughts we now must rearrange

It’s not at all as Charles Darwin said

But Intelligent Design instead 

THE CHRISTENING

 

Nanny had unwrapped

The christening gown

Handed down through

The generations

Grandma hand-knitted

The booties

Laced them with

Pure white ribbon

The God parents

Presented a shawl

White as fallen snow

And we stood together

Beside the font

And welcomed him

Into the family of Christ

THE NINE WORTHIES

 

The Nine Worthies

Figures of history?

Men of scripture?

Men steeped in myth or legend?

Any or all might apply

But these figures personified

The chivalric ideals

Of the medieval world.

 

Three of the nine were pagans

Hector prince of Troy,

Slain by Achilles

Alexander the great

Conqueror of the world,

Julius Caesar,

Founder of a dynasty

 

Three of the nine were Jewish

Joshua, Apprentice of Moses

And leader of the Israelites

David, of the house of David,

Second King of Israel

Judas Maccabeus, leader

Of the Maccabean revolt

 

Three of the nine were Christian

King Arthur of Camelot,

Fair and just

Charlemagne, the first

Holy Roman Emperor

Godfrey of Bouillon, first ruler

Of the Kingdom of Jerusalem

 

These nine worthies

Were considered paragons

Of the ideals of chivalry

IT’S JUST AS WELL THAT JESUS

 

It’s just as well that Jesus

Wasn’t born today to be fair

As there aren’t 3 wise men

And a virgin anywhere

I HEAR AN ANGEL SINGING

 

In the quiet of the night

When peaceful silence reigns

I hear an angel singing

And I wonder if it’s you

 

Amidst the chorus of the dawn

When birds are centre stage

I hear an angel singing

And I ponder if it’s you

 

When the wind is in the trees

Swirling in the breeze

I hear an angel singing

And I think it might be you

 

When the rain cascades

Down from the heavens

I hear an angel singing

And I’m sure it must be you

When the sun shines brightly

And its warmth is on my skin

I hear an angel singing

And I believe it may be you

 

At the setting of the sun

When another day is done

I hear an angel singing

And I know that it is you

ON MYSTICAL QUESTS

 

On mystical quests

The medieval knights

Sought the Holy Grail

They journeyed far

And widely searched

For a fine Golden cup

Bejewelled with gems

A challis fit for a King

Used at the last supper

By Christ himself

But these brave knights

Were doomed to fail

Christ did not live as a King

He was a Carpenter

And a poor carpenters cup

Would not have been

Crafted in Gold

And encrusted with Jewels

It would be a simple cup

Carved from wood

A humble vessel

For the son of God