I can wipe away your tears
But I can’t heal your broken heart
poem
Friendship
by Marilyn D. Lee
Friendship is something that doesn’t grow overnight.
It’s something you must work on with all your might.
A friend is someone to share good and bad times with,
a person who is real and not a story or myth.
To be able to have a friend to share God with,
is the greatest treasure there is on earth or in heaven.
My friendship for you has grown seven times seven.
If you need me at any time, don’t hesitate to give me a call.
I’ll be by your side without any excuses or a stall.
Remember your friend loves you very much.
Please remember this old funny such and such.
© 2014 ck’s days
They Come at Night
They come at night, you know.
Thieving, stealing, slinking, breaking.
In the dark so know one will see.
Cover. Hide. Run. Flee.
Some kind of life they lead.
Where is dignity?
What is that?
Where is pride?
Give me some.
Where is my dignity?
We stole it.
Where is my privacy?
We rummaged through it.
Where is my security?
We ran off with it.
Most don’t care.
They can’t.
It happens too often
Welcome to the city.
Warning:
They come at night, though.
© 2014 ck’s days
Judge
Of course I am judging you
and I know you are judging me, too
(perhaps a little more harshly now). Continue reading
A Hyena in Wolf’s Clothing
Did I ever tell you
about a meeting I went to?
From the moment I walked in
I felt uncomfortable through and through.
Because I walked right in
to a big ol’ wolves’ den
but wait – they weren’t wolves
when I looked closer and again.
They were actually hyenas
each decked out in wolf’s clothing
and I walked right in
without even knowing.
And that first howl
I heard caused chills up my spine
because they were just
about to feed and to dine.
Now bear with me here
and try to take heart
while I disclose their secret –
the most chilling part.
You see, they don’t eat flesh
but enjoy tearing apart a soul
picking, ripping, and rending
seems to be their goal.
As soon as I left
I’m sure I was treated the same
my guess is they fed
and feasted on my good name.
So beware, beware
of any hyena in wolf’s clothing.
Ya-owwwww ha, ha, ha,
those beasts are filled with loathing.
Ya-owwwww ha, ha, ha,
that peculiar howl you’ll find
will send a tingling chill
straight up your spine.
© 2014 ck’s days
The Thing About Fall Is…
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Grand Tetons Wyoming
The thing about fall is…
I used to love it
Was it the spectacular colors?
Was it the change in the air?
Was it school starting?
I don’t know.
But it used to fill me with excitement.
The thing about fall is…
I don’t like it now
Is it because everything dies?
Is it because it is the end of summer?
Is it because of the cold?
I don’t know.
But it now fills me with dread.
The thing about fall is…
I think of you often
Is it because in September I’m more aware?
Is it because October is your birthday?
Is it because another holiday season is approaching without you?
I don’t know.
But I’m a little more blue in the fall.
© 2014 ck’s days
Today’s Lesson
What I read….
…and the Lord said –
“It is time to cross the sea
to the promised land
prepared by my hand for the free.
Labor Day Project
I had the best intention
with a spurt of ambition
and just enough motivation
it was a good plan
(a good, good plan)
See, I got to thinking
it is time for spring cleaning
since summer is ending
as quick as it can
(quicker than I can)
So I spent Labor Day
slaving and toiling away
with no time to play
I took out that mess
(I moved that mess)
from the corners to the middle of the room
but morning became noon
and the day left too soon
and now I must confess
(of this I confess)
The mess is still there
in the middle without care
and I have to share
with this huge pile
(an unattractive pile)
My intention is non
my ambition long gone
my motivation sang its swan song
while the mess sits awhile
(a long, long while)
© 2014 ck’s days
Come
Listen to the blind man’s story,
of how he came to see:
“There I was, sitting alone again
Without any friend.
On the street so hard,
In my world so very dark.
Till one day, a man came.
I did not even know his name.
He asked if I’d like to see,
Of course I would, so he healed me.
Some accused him of blasphemy, but I believed.
When I told him so,
He beckoned me to follow.”
Come – is all that was spoken.
Come – witness the heavens open.
Come – obey this command,
Soon you will understand.
Come – knock on the door.
Come -blessings are in store.
Come to me,
Miracles you will see.
Listen as Peter tells his story,
of a time in Galilee:
“One night my friend stayed while the rest pressed on,
And just before dawn,
Someone pointed out to sea,
Where a ghost walked gracefully.
But as I looked again,
It wasn’t a ghost, but my good friend.
And he spoke to us, ‘Be of good cheer,’
he comforted us all, ‘do not fear.’
My voice was soft, I wasn’t sure he’d hear,
I asked, ‘Lord, bid me to come near.’
He extended his hand,
And said a simple command:”
Come – is all that was spoken.
Come – witness the heavens open.
Come – obey this command,
soon you will understand.
Come – knock on the door.
Come – blessings are in store.
Come to me,
Miracles you will see.
“I walked boldly till I looked away to the sea.
As I sank into the cold water, I cried, “Lord, save me!”
I cannot tell you, there is no word to describe,
how warm his hand felt, as he pulled me to his side.
I looked at him, no more casting my eyes about.
‘O ye of little faith,’ he said, ‘why did you doubt?’
Listen to the last story,
Of anyone it can be:
“It always seems, I stand alone here,
Wishing a friend near.
But loneliness, my true friend,
has found me once again.
My heart feels like it will tear,
Till I finally kneel in prayer.
The answer comes, ‘Be of good cheer.
I the Lord am with you, do not fear.
I know your name, you are not alone.
Through this, faith’s seed is sown.
But first you must pass the test,
then your heart will know rest.’
Come – is all that is spoken.
Come – witness the heavens open.
Come – obey this command,
Soon you will understand
Where I come from.
Come – knock on the door.
Come – blessings are in store.
Come to me,
miracles you will see,
if you will but come.
© 2014 ck’s days
I’m Sorry
You were a gift
sent from up above.
All I had to do
was to simply love.
An easy task
but I didn’t know
what love even was
and I failed you so.
Sorry doesn’t seem enough
but maybe it’s a start.
I’m sorry you became so tough
from a broken heart.
I’m sorry I made you feel small
and can’t win no matter what you do
when it’s me that can’t stand tall.
I’m sorry, so sorry, I’m sorry I broke you.
© 2014 ck’s days
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