Hope Revived

Out from the doldrums of ordinary life joy springs
And brings hope to reign in the heart, not in vain,
Quieting the pain of melancholy with the promise
Of gain of love come from above into my own soul
Where there’s been an open hole to be filled now
By union in communion with another sweet soul,
And this man is happy that God has filled his bowl


As My Soul Cries

Starved for affection, but afraid of rejection,
I am pushing aside all of the terrible lies
And listening intently as my soul cries:
Everyone needs someone, don’t you know?
And someone even needs me . . . yeah, me!
Help me out of the desolation of isolation,
Lord, and take me and wholly remake me
Into the one I know you want me to be . . .
You didn’t create us to be alone and lonely;
Grandest transformation in sanctification!

Haunted by Homelessness

Haunted by homelessness along with the voices
Telling him that loneliness is the best of choices,
He wonders how having no wealth
And losing his health is of the best?
Is this just another divine test with no place to rest?
Even the Christ said he had no place to lay his head;
Is to be without a roof or bed to identify with Jesus?
Perhaps it is best said this way so there is meaning
And some precious value to make the sacrifice true;
But there are many who wander these streets
Who are much fonder than this man has been;
Why should he sigh and cry over the lie
That he is being muted and persecuted?
And is it his business that the wicked are such ease?
That they taunt and tease him while dæmons haunt?
It is better to be the beggar than the wealthy wicked,
Especially when you have no choice or even a voice!
Ah! But so many scoff and tell him he’ll be better off,
And, of course, they know best from pleasant homes!
God! They could write a tome on the entire subject!
But this man greets the streets with fear and tears . . .

Hypocrisy Masked in Friendship

‘I really feel for you more than anything’
But you’re not going to do a damn thing!

‘I sure wish there was something I could do, man’
Yes there is something – a lot, in fact – and you can!

‘Man, I just can’t believe this is happening to you’
And so this really should be your cue, if you only knew . . .

‘If I only had room I’d sure give you a place to stay’
And if you needed it I really would treat you this way!

‘You know I love you and I’ll definitely be praying’
So if you love me but you’re only going to pray,
What are you really saying?

‘Man, you know I’d do almost anything for you’
Then why the hell don’t you do the least of what you can do!

‘Everything’s gonna work out; it’ll all be okay’
So, you’re about God’s business now? But do you realize
That someone may be saying the same to you one day?

Take your well-meaning hypocrisy and feed it to someone hungry for finely laced lies!

Note: Inspired by the teachings of St. James the Great as contained in his Epistle, particularly:
‘If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.’ (James 2. 15-17, ESV)

Where Have You Gone?

Where have you gone, my old friend?
Just around the starry celestial bend?
We lost touch and, thus, we lost much,
But I ask, have we been cut asunder?
Where have you gone, my old friend?
Can we now mend broken promises
To keep tightly the ties that bound us
Or must we admit those were but lies
To comfort one another as brothers
Who were parting ways that sad day?
Where have you gone, my old friend?
Wherever you are, my greeting I send
With love from above in camaraderie
Everlasting thru the blasting of time;
This day I do truly pray you are fine;
But have you crossed that finish line?
Where have you gone, my old friend?
Just around the starry celestial bend?
In silent prayer, then, my love I send,
My love I send . . .