Hartford Cemetery Not

I have asked for two clergy officiating memorial after cremation, Dust, gray ash, death pall of my woody skin, but Turtle Creek Flows into my heart, lungs, kidneys, bones, these are part Of our home. Organs constructed sometimes fail, pacemaker Functioning well, however… Cigarettes gone for 18 years, Arthritis in my spine pushed to acheContinue reading “Hartford Cemetery Not”

Andrew, Brother of Life

My mind like a river rushes forth, only creek Into day, I’ve lost yesterday, Winter gone God can see, not rushing drops, Water in me Water divine, I long for my growth of green Well into Creek Bed banks, brown rising Life it’s Water Spring of this creek, called Turtle Creek Well done servant Faithfully,Continue reading “Andrew, Brother of Life”

My Life is Gratitude–Happiness, My Brother!

May I say I am filled with Joy? Yes I may. I may rejoice in non-violence Of the Tree planted by the water That sinks its roots deep into soil, When drought comes it bears fruit, Love and kindness, this is what I am? Fullfilment of my father’s joy, I am the oldest, My responsibilityContinue reading “My Life is Gratitude–Happiness, My Brother!”

Christian, What If?

What if, she’d listened 10 years Ago, listening to Tenor David M. On Christmas Eve, she actually Listened to his voice command What’s more of Grace, yes fashioning Grace, the real surrender to Power Greater than one’s self, not machine Nor explosion, Power behind each Natural or non-natural event,. The Great God as opened inContinue reading “Christian, What If?”

Till my Trophies at Last

Exchanged my worn, weary, ragged, body On Thanksgiving night, a day of my night Exchanged ever be true, my mother’s hands Raised in adoration of Jesus, “On Sunday Evenings I’d watch her close eyes, raise Hands over head, and mouth quietly Much…to my mind was simplicity, “Thank you Jesus.” I thought she was Faking it,Continue reading “Till my Trophies at Last”

Mother’s Great Maple Tree

Floating through Iowa morning sky, I remember childhood of space travel, Allen Shepard, John Glenn, they’d made it, For me in Iowa, East Side, I dreamed Up that old Great Maple, wings for seed, In South Dakota could such as these exist? Yet, trees unlike South Dakota, grew on 47th street, Sixty-years, Maple out ofContinue reading “Mother’s Great Maple Tree”

The Love Eternal of J.S. Bach

  Oh Eternal, and John, who He did Love best Who wrote of Perter’s great conversion Touched Him, Jesus to touch Peter, Least of these Twelve, Anna, oh he loved her into children Eleven dear ones, great musicians,every note Intertwined¬† in four Part Harmony, Love St. Mathew’s Passion, Eternal govern Me Oh my Lord, AngelicaContinue reading “The Love Eternal of J.S. Bach”