Sunday, February 25, 2007

HELP

Please pray for my family. We're in big trouble. Not going into details. But it's really bad. Please. Pray for us. Especially the Benster.

Thanks.

Friday, February 23, 2007

FRIDAY FIVE: COMPANIONS ON THE WAY

For my first Friday Five with the RevGalBlogPals, we pick five companions, real or imaginary. Here's mine:

1. Jesus (He'll probably be one on everyone's list)

2. Francis of Assisi, because he was such a gentle powerhouse.

3. Julia Child, so I can learn her cooking secrets first hand.

4. My childhood friend Michele, because there is always such laughter and joy when we're together.

5. My son, Ben, because he is not only my son, but really good company.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

THE UNWELCOME GUEST

When invited to visit a newly known friend
I rushed right on over today.
Not bothering with fresh clothes,
clean socks or brushed teeth.
I was sure I'd be just fine this way.

I rushed into the house, knocking over the stand
whereby all the coats and hats hung.
The mud on my shoes left
brown stains on the rug
I was sure no reproach would be sung.

Well my good friend did greet me with warmth and with smiles.
Ignoring my rampage at first.
Though when I left snotty kleenex
on her green damask couch
I was told her good humor might burst.

Cabernet on the curtains,
Oops I missed when I peed
And my soda cans rolled on the floor,
I even left scuff marks high up on the walls
as I spray painted my name on the doors.

Now this place is trashed, gotta find someplace new
where I can relax and be free to be me.
Too bad nothing's left here, too bad it's all ruined
Can't imagine what happened and all
But the smell makes me now want to flee.

Well we're ungrateful guests
in our home planet earth.
We're trashing the place without care
"Just wait until your Father gets home"
Mother Earth says while wiping a tear.

Well I guess I'm no longer welcome here.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

LIFE'S PREY, a poem

When I was a child, my path was not open,
When I was a child, my path was not clear
Obstrucing the way was Satan's sweet whisper
Filling the ears of all those who did stay
and care for me daily and cook all my suppers
and wash my fair linens where my head did rest.

When I was a child, I didn't know different
When I was a child, I didn't know bad
When he came to me at night with sin and bad fingers
I believed it was normal and life's finer way.
My tears and my screams ended stuck in my belly
where all my dead dreams did lie there as well.

Life does not deal fairly,
Life does not pick favorites,
Life demands its' victims
without thought or care.
Life has a blind hunger
that's bigger than our world
and seeks it's full belly
oe'r what we think is fair.

And now I am grown up, I know what is different
Now I know what happened was sin and was wrong.
But what can I do when all those hangin' round here
believe a full fictional version of things,
Where what happened is nothing and I do not matter
And I'd better just shut up and never more sing.

And when you look at me, I'm six shades of normal,
Dressed smartly, well turned out, well spoken and kind.
I've buried the evil done to me way way down
you never will see it, never suspect it.
Yet it ever consumes me, eating at me quite slowly,
Will I die never known? How sad can that be?

Life does not deal fairly,
Life does not pick favorites,
Life demands its' victims
without thought or care.
Life has a blind hunger
that's bigger than our world
and seeks it's full belly
oe'r what we think is fair.