baby love

unlimited

let’s dance

happy together

I wrote this poem for my parents in 2000 when they retired and starting spending more time at their home on Happy Valley Road.  This August marks 50 years of happy together for them. 

On Happy Valley Road

(for mom and dad)

 

two different people

with desires and interests

that don’t always collide

make room for insecurities

and truthful opinions

and moods sometimes inconvenient

to the other’s agenda

 

their love knows the way

to ease discomfort

to act in time

to show gratitude

for sharing a lifetime

 

they hold the other’s dreams close

travel the narrow path together

bless each other’s solo ventures

return to truth and beauty

celebrate what is good

treasure what is made of differences

a blending of each soul’s influence

possible only through love

take comfort

The canvas of our lives in Christ is endless. 

And in this we take comfort as we accept His plan when it is not in line with our wants.  Our hopes.  And our dreams for those we love.

Today I pray harder for the loving wife and children whose loss is greater than I can imagine.  And for a brother and sister and mother and father who lift their breaking hearts to the Lord.

It is right to give Him thanks and praise.

And through my tears —

I do.

pray harder

When you are a child and you want something, you pray.

You ask for a puppy, a new baby brother or sister, or a pair of red cowgirl boots and you promise to be good. 

Then you try to be good.  And well —

When you are a child and you lose something, you pray. 

It seems like the end of the world, but — a quick prayer to St. Anthony with all the saints and angels followed by a peanut butter sandwich and a nap and — eureka! 

Found — or forgotten.

When you are a child and you are afraid of something, you pray. 

You put your hands together and you close your eyes and you ask God to make it go away.

Then you inch a little closer to your sister in the bed and you nudge her just a little bit and ask her “did you hear that?”

And she elbows you or maybe if she’s heard something too, she offers to reach over and turn on the clock radio.  You listen to ”One is the Loneliest Number” and start to doze off or you ask for another 10 minutes of music.  But sooner or later you open the curtains and the sun is out and within minutes of waking you’re fighting over who gets to ride in the front seat.

When you are an adult and you want something —

When you are an adult and you lose something —

When you are an adult and you are afraid of something —

You pray harder.

Today I pray harder for my old friend and former colleague who is fighting for his life. 

As children we painted the walls in my family’s basement with our favorite cartoon characters.  His brother chose Goofy.  And he and I put our brushes to work on making Mickey Mouse appear. 

We didn’t care about making mistakes. 

The canvas seemed endless. 

Let it be.