What’s Next For Me?

A goal, a dream, a desire
Do these belong to me?
Currently I am striving
To patiently wait for thee

I live to serve you Darlin’
But the things you really need
Are things I cannot give you
So I wish you all God-speed

While you give it all you’ve got
To brave the risky way
I am here to cheer you on
And listen to all you say

You have a dream and a desire
You seek like-minded men
What exactly am I seeking?
Have I lost my way again?

Is there a goal of my own?
In which direction am I reaching?
My little daily tasks cannot
Live up to this high teaching

To entertain myself
I consider your lofty thoughts…
I remember an old dream
In which I had my Have-Nots

What I Have-Not is a voice that sings
As clear as a church-bell chime,
An imagination that makes music,
A feel for rhythm, an ear for time

My dream is so much bigger
And higher than I can be
That I lose all my desire,
Yet Desire is the Key

1. I desired my Creator
And found his love so free;
2. I desired you, my darlin’
Now you’re devoted to me;
3. I desired to have children
And was blessed with three;

Now I see the pattern,
Now I understand
If I have it All within me
Then it doesn’t seem so grand

What I truly want and wish for
Is out of my control
I have part of the equation
But need God to make it whole

With this lesson understood
I shall rethink my position
If my dream is making music
Pray, God make me a musician

And while I wait expectantly
For this ‘miracle’ to happen
I can work on rhyme and rhythm
I can get my fingers snappin’

I can do my part to listen

To the voice of my own soul
It will be given from above
As I learn to let it flow

I Sang for You

This is about missing my children, especially when they were little enough to need bedtime songs. However, I feel this poem could speak to many situations where a loved one is missed, so I hope it speaks comfort to your heart in a special way.

Why am I so  lost
Where did I go wrong
Where is all my spark
Where are all my songs?

Why does it look dark
Inside every room
As if I cannot see
As if I live in gloom?

I think I have a song
It must be hidden well
Locked behind a door
That only dreams can tell.

If I go back in time
To when I was with you
My fire was burning bright
So You, then, are my clue.

My songs were not for me
I sang them all for you;
My ambition knew no end
For to you I would be true.

The course of life did tell
That someday you would grow
your wings and fly away
I thought I could let go.

Let go I did – still do
But did not expect to face
This emptiness inside –
Nothing can take your place.

Memories are so sweet
Oh the happiness they impart!
Thank you for the songs
Recorded in my heart.

I still don’t know what’s next
Even after all this time
But I think I hear a melody
Yes, I feel it in this rhyme.

What I Prize

More and more I avoid the new;
Less and less do I have a clue
How to do what I’ve not done before –
Problem solving has become a chore.
Let me stay in familiar territory
Where I know the people and the story.
This is where my happiness lies:
What I already know is what I prize.


It takes Courage
    to be yourself
It takes Humbleness
     to laugh at yourself
Mostly though, 
It takes Security
     to know you are loved
     and worthy of love

I admire people
     who don’t pretend
     even when it’s awkward
I admire people
     who can laugh at themselves
     yet still love their uniqueness
I’m inspired by people
     who have a calm way
     of being happy with themselves

For No Reason

I sometimes go through a season
When I'm unhappy for no reason.
I ignore my chores
And shop at stores
Just to get out of doors,
But for me there ain't no pleasin!

I retreat into my mind
Where I look but do not find
The cure for what is wrong;
Not even a song.
Oh the hours are long
While I'm deaf, dumb and blind!

False Introverts

I wrote this after hearing three extroverts claim they were really introverts 
(not all on the same day). It's written on a whim and is a bit of a stab at all
extroverts, which isn't very nice, so I apologize for that. But the general idea
of an extrovert claiming to actually be an introvert is so amusing (and unbelievable)
to me that I wrote this poem.

Let me tell you something
Extroverts are so
They are jealous of the
So they tell you
“I’m an Introvert, really.”
That way they have 
All things delicious:
The party-goers laughs
And the loners best wishes.
And just to make it all 
They convince themselves