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.

Ideals

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.

Introvert
Extrovert
Let me tell you something
Extroverts are so
Greedy
They are jealous of the
Needy
Introvert!
So they tell you
In-sincerely,
“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 
Right
They convince themselves
Overnight.