NOBODY WANTS TO LISTEN

I have such grand thoughts
That are lovely to me,
But nobody wants to listen.

Can I be so wrong 'bout my heart's myriad songs,
When nobody wants to listen?

Could I have evolved from some alien race
Of some other time or some other place?
When I look in the mirror my face is your face,
But nobody wants to listen.

So I sing to myself,
Put my words on a shelf,
And hope in some space in
Some life I may find,
An ear and a heart
From some kindred start.

Oh, so long we'll both speak, smile,
And listen.

March, 1996
June

TATTERED

On the outside I look strong and whole.
But on the inside, like an old flag,
Exposed to the sun and wind,
I am Tattered.

My colors are faded, my cloth is thin.
I am torn and weakened and threadbare
By days and nights of life's elements.

I long to be lowered to the earth...
To be enfolded by the Strongest Arms...
To be held to His breast.

That the wind of the Spirit,
The wind that mends and strengthens rather than wounding
And draining,
May enter my every fiber.

Thus may I be unfurled in the strange
Sun and wind of that world,
My colors changed to unspeakable hues,
And my finished pattern revealed
To the timeless skies.
 
1994
June

THE UNSEEN HAND

When the bare world presses,
Press to see the Unseen Hand.
When the cold world clutches,
Reach to feel the Unseen Hand.

When the hard world screams and rails,
Dance and sing the Unseen Hand.
When fear surrounds each breath,
Dream the greatest dream you can
Of living in the Unseen Hand

When hope, not faith is all you have,
The best dream is the Unseen Hand.

1994

I have been reviewing some of my poetry and songs from the past and feel led to share them on this blog, since that is now an option.  So the next posts will include poetry that has not been included previously in the "Poetry" Tab.
June

IF GOD DOESN'T EXIST AND YOU WANT TO BE HAPPY, BETTER INVENT HIM/HER - AND MAKE HIM/HER A GOOD ONE!

Given this world's misery, and life's transitory nature, if there is not a sufficient positive purpose for this life and a destiny beyond this one that is worth the suffering here, it would, to my mind, be better to either commit suicide OR INVENT a sufficient purpose to justify this suffering- a happy existence for us all in the life following this one and a Good Father-God whose wisdom has ordained a quite nasty but necessary "school" (this life) to form/prepare His children for their "Real Lives" that come after this one.

It would be far better to live in an illusion of purpose for this suffering world as preparation for a sufficiently joyful one to come, than to settle for this life's reality as an end and not a beginning.  It would be far better to "pretend" that there is more, than to live in the view that this is all there is.