Category: Everyday Lenses

Sometimes We Run From Writing

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Sometimes We Run From Writing

Sometimes we’re caught in a daze,
Looking on in a glaze
At blog stats for days we
Put off writing.  We’re lazy.

Sometimes we grab a pen,
Have to write right then,
Go to town writing down
Things ‘till who knows when.

Sometimes I find the TV
And crutch myself to see
That I’m watching another
Show like any other.

Sometimes I go to twitter
And get literally bitter
At what others are doing
Instead of pursuing

My own writing,
Busy fighting
With my muse.
I constantly confuse

Another’s success with what I should do.
Rather than writing these words that you
Are now reading, I flee from the muse,
Instead of choosing words to use.

Parental Superpower: Ability to Find Joy

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Parental Superpower: Ability to Find Joy

He pronounced the word “Joy” with an African accent,
One word spoken clearly through crying attack sent
From my kid to my ear
As I tried to clear out to the cry room,
The vocal tomb of unwanted crying
Receiving looks from those denying
They’d lost their reason to sit there.
So I walked further back to where
I could sway and shhh my child who fell off the kneeler,
Wiping her tears away to reveal her
Still-crying eyes that were calming from being scared.
I tasted salt on my lips and prepared
To go back out to the pew…
In a minute or two.
My daughter was ready but I was held on
To the joy of the moment before it was gone.

Parental Superpowers: Restarting the Earth’s Rotation

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Parental Superpowers: Restarting the Earth’s Rotation

I know that it’s my children’s fault
When the world comes to a screeching halt
At an untimely 3 A M.
They’re screaming wakes the unconscious head
So I go to find them in their bed
Missing the most important thing for them.

Their stuffed dog’s missing, or their baby doll,
Or their blankets folded wrongly so the bawl
About anything until I say
Don’t worry it’ll be okay
And replace that most important thing
With the assurance that I bring.

I breathe-in moments like this for what their worth
Then close the door, having restarted the earth.

Baby on the move

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Baby on the Move

I might not crawl now,
But I know somehow
I’m going to make it to that Christmas tree
And pull on things not supposed to be
Pulled on by the likes of me.

Very soon you’ll find me
Scooting where I want to be,
Like moving toward the Christmas tree
Instead of my somehow
scooting backwards now.

Advent: Waiting for a Baby’s Crying

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Advent: Waiting for a Baby’s Crying

Tree lights twinkle, sprinkle joy inside my eyes,
Awaiting Christmas, when their lights will be out shown.
The joy illuminated by what we’ve anticipated
In the Son who comes to love us as His own.

This specialized event of grace, renewing every year,
That allows us to displace the race for packages and hear
A baby’s cry that saves the world so we can celebrate
The birth of One who’s in the womb this advent while we wait.

Forever Sunday

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Forever Sunday

Do you think God invented Monday?
The mental connotations of this one day
Are far from that of any given Sunday.

I propose that God invented Monday
Despite that fact it happens to be one day,
That is for me, a never-see-the-sun day.

I’ll work inside a dark room all of Monday
Feeling like the weekend’s short by one day
Wishing to myself that it was Sunday.

Regardless whether God invented Monday
I’ll keep working for the Lord until that one day
That I might live in His Forever Sunday.

Advent: Jesus Heist

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Advent: Jesus Heist

Sometimes Christmas looks more like a Jesus Heist
Than a celebration of Christ.
A boy is busy wrapping arms around his presents
When he should embracing His presence,

Consuming Christ in preparation for His coming,
His entering the world and summing
Up God’s total revelation
For our endless contemplation

Of the anniversary of Christ’s birth,
Of God made man on Earth
So that we might have light again,
But instead we check off lists and then

Never have a chance to anticipate
The savior we wish to celebrate.
Christmas arrives and we give each other gifts
Never giving ourselves lifts

In our own spirituality,
Stuck in secular commonality
That makes us wonder if a present pleases,
While we never gave a thing to Jesus.

Parental Superpowers: Magic Lips

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Parental Superpowers: Magic Lips

If my child has a boo boo
From random sibling violence
I draw that child close
And use these Healing Lips of Silence.

If someone thuds or falls or slips,
Or hits their head upon the table,
The problem’s solved with magic lips
Pre-pursed, ready and able

To stop the crying by release of
A parental magic potion.
A blend of spit and parent love
In super hero motion.