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

The Dash

The two dates

are universally known

to be bookends

etched into a tombstone.

 

It’s been said

the dash in between

those two dates

means everything.

 

When all is done,

I hope in my little dash is stored

these words from the good book,

“She did right in the sight of the Lord.”

 

We are each given

one life to go about and do.

What will your story

hidden that dash say about you?

© 2014 ck’s days

Mrs. Pooh Bear

(for Bubba)

 

She can’t say

if it was love at first sight

but she will say

she fell in love with him alright.

 

She did insist –

with his red shirt down to there

who could resist

that yellow fluff-stuffed bear?

 

“I want to marry him,”

she told daddy her plan.

 

“You can’t marry him,

because he is an old man.

He is an old man,”

that was daddy’s firm stance,

“An old, old man

who doesn’t wear pants!

I can’t allow it.”

 

Daddy’s words made her blue.

But she had to accept it –

she’d never marry Winnie the Pooh.

© 2014 ck’s days

50th Wedding Anniversary

There should have been a party today.

And there would have been one, too.

It would have been grand.

Friends and family would have gathered in the halls.

Some bearing gifts.

All bringing well wishes and memories.

All because of fifty years.

I mean, fifty years is a long time.

It can be a lifetime.

It’s longer than a lifetime for some.

All to commemorate a wedding

in a church

on July 25, 1964.

It would have been a great party.

 

Perhaps

she reminisces on her side of the veil

and is wished a happy anniversary

while he slowly twists the ring on his finger

and remembers

and is surrounded by muted tones.

 

Perhaps

there are tears on both sides of the veil today.

Well-earned tears.

Forty seven years together,

3 years separated

not by choice.

They earned those tears.

There should have been a party today.

Work in Progress

I’m not perfect

this I know.

I’m in process –

room to grow.

The right words

I seldom find

the wrong words

come all the time.

Please be patient

with this girl you see

for she is still

learning how to be.

© 2014 ck’s days

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