Drained for dam repair I walked through unaware Of the life still teaming there
Wake Up Calls
If I had to be woken up early I guess I’d rather it be by owls Their long Os are soothing to me This really happened one day Once when my wife woke at 3 am In order to teach her online class, yay The second sound was jarring, ah My wife’s alarm sound is…
Poem or Song?
I’ve been working on this piece for a while now and can’t determine if I want it to be a song or a poem. For now, it’s set up as a song, but I can see it going either way. Let me know if you think it should be a poem or a song in…
Christ In Me
Contemplation upon my face Reflects my soul’s current state Witnessing the One who lets me be Welcoming actions not taken by me
While trees are still green, The lightest of all breezes Pushes brown leaves gently Over the roof’s edge to be seen.
Last year, I read Leadership Without Easy Answers by Ronald A. Heifetz. The following poem was part of me processing the main thrust of the book: adaptive change. There’s so much more I could write, but for me, this suffices for now.
Outside, there is a breeze, But it is over eighty degrees. There’s a crick forming in my neck From the day’s strenuous yard work.
Boundaries and vulnerabilities – the world Is certainly set up to hold these in tension.
Were we acquaintances sooner Would I’ve desired your number,
Sitting for a moment On the curb to reflect In the adjoining parking lot Of the shopping strip of you name it – Kroger, Goodwill, that Mexican joint – Starbucks and Little Caesar’s the closest I hear a wrestling Perhaps just wind Or a small creature Of a tiny wooded area I don’t know…