PRAYER

I pray to my God

When my heart is full

And when it is empty

When I just need to speak

And when I need an answer

When I have joy to share

And when at my lowest

I pray to my God

Who always listens?

THERE

 

You are there

When I face adversity

And in times of conflict

When I encounter trajedy or loss

You are there

When I experience joy

And at times of happiness

When I feel pride and count my blessings

You were there

When my children entered the world

And at their baptisms

When they married and when loved ones passed

You are always there

Dear lord

HE IS

 

He is the earth

The wind and the fire

He is the sun

That rises in the east

And sets in the west

He is the tree in bud

And the mare in foal

He is the rain that gently falls

He is the birdsong

And the cockcrow

He is the staff of life

He is the Son of God

The prince of peace

IN THE COMPANY OF ANGELS

 

If I am the first to go

I will wait for you in the place

Where the crowns of Angels glow

 

If I go first because I lost the fight

I will be waiting with the Father

Where the tunnel opens into light

 

If I am the first one there

I will await you in lush meadows

Where heady perfume fills the air

 

If I go first and leave you lonely

We will meet again in paradise

In our loved ones company

 

If I am the first to go, allay your fears

I will be waiting in the place

Where there are no more tears

 

If I go before you and we must part

I will wait for you in heaven

Where sweet music soothes the heart

 

If I am first to go we will meet again

In a far better place than this

Where God has banished pain

 

If I go first through the eternal door

You will find me with the angels

Where suffering is no more

 

If I am first to go by days or years

You will find me waiting there

Far beyond this vale of tears

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