The Steeple Green

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She ran away with fear and a string of lies
She idolized her anger but could not hide it in her eyes
She grew up kneeling upon the steeple green
She grew so weary of trying to be clean

One day on her knees again she heard The Holy voice
“Rise up, my daughter walk away from this noise.”
She stood up and cast those idols back to hell
And tore off the string of lies she had to tell

“I have made you blameless and set you free in life
why do you still cling to death which can never be clean?”
She cried for joy and danced before the LORD God
and chose life that day upon the steeple green.

 

To Him who is able to keep us from falling and to present us before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy…to the only Wise God our Savior be glory, majesty, power AND authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen. Jude 1:24

Racing me to Dawn

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The heat hung in the air like wet cotton today.

The Texas dance of August has begun.

The manicured lawns will all soon be patched brown.

Even the humming of cicadas has gone still.

Venus burns ever so brightly racing me to dawn.

The majestic Oaks stand still as Centurion guards.

At my core the keen edge of Joy bids me come.

I reach for the poetry that fills my heart.

Night So Long

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I think I missed my cue

in the seismic gap between us.

The drama is widening it all the while.

There is a rawness in your eyes

burning ashes fill the sky.

The midnight train is passing by

is this my cue to cry?

A night so long and you move on

and I never say goodbye.

 

Early on We are taught…

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Early on we are taught 

Time is all we’ve got

and then we learn it’s not…

 

Grief comes to call

at some point

for us all, it’s true…

 

In the bubble of our backyard

we grow not knowing fear, it’s true

Dad is a super hero, Mom is always near…

 

Now we know those still waters 

let us grow, it’s true

no one can take that love from you.

 

Now we are old

and we know Time is brief 

like melting snow and falling leaves…

 

In the meaning of it all

we learn Time means nothing at all

It is  love that is never small, it’s true

Her Daddy was a Sheriff

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Her Daddy was a Sheriff  and his Deputy was her son.

She was more afraid of church folks than she was afraid of guns.

Her husband ran off for his moonshine and she was left alone and shunned.

Until one night on a full moon her mind became undone.

She awoke from a dream and in her bed was her Daddy and her son.

They laughed at her clown face where her makeup had all run.

So she grabbed the Sheriff’s shotgun

and fired and killed her son.

The Deputy died in the arms of his Father’s by his very own gun.

The next day she saddled her horse and rode away in the peace of the rising sun

Caraway Street

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I heard the devil is hanging round down on Caraway Street

He’s  looking so good and  singing so sweet.

 

The ladies how they love him, the men like his treats

Oh yea there’s hell to pay down on Caraway Street.

 

Lord,  they say the devil is dancing on Caraway Street

Drinking tastey wine and he’s so quick on his feet.

 

The ladies stand in line because they can’t wait to meet

The men who love the devil on Caraway Street

Like a column of marching Nazis jackboots

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Like a column of  marching Nazi jackboots.

The Merchant of Death has goose-stepped his way in.

There is no more denial in this hideous illness.

Streets are deserted and creation weeps in stillness.

The politico has become the other greater enemy.

Hatred is ravaging the souls of men.

Oh God deliver us from evil, deliver us from this dark night.

Thank you for your everlasting faithfulness and light!

 

There is nothing folded or any pockets left to hide anything…(This is what being a Nurse means…)

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There is nothing folded or any pockets left to hide anything. There are no possessions, no promise to keep, and no clever things to say. There are no lies to tell, no more pressure of failure or success. There is no need to pursue happiness and accolades. There are no more bills to pay or money to spend. There is nothing clever to be said.

This man and I are alone in his hospital room. We are humans here together. I am the last person he saw. I am the last one to hold this hand that is already losing its warmth. This hand that held his sweetheart, his children, and grandchildren. This hand that worked diligently at a job and perhaps lost touch on his journey.

In this moment I feel his joys and sorrows as one human to another. I have the privilege to hold for just a brief moment the connection of the mystery that we both have lived, and dreamed in both the laughing and the weeping.

I am the one who will gently wash away the smell of sickness. I will  tenderly prepare this human body for final rest as if he were my loved one because the Truth is we are brother and sister in the family of “us.” All of us who are called humans. I will make sure he looks his best for his loved ones who are on their way here in mourning, and just for ” the blink of an eye”  I will hold this other human’s unknown secrets, dreams, and love for the cherished treasures they are. I will be a better person having done so.

I whisper a prayer to The One who gives life and who defeated death and give thanks that two complete strangers can be so completely united for a single moment.

This is what being a Nurse means…

 

Daily there are new hits

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Daily there are new hits.

The death toll rising and no place to sit,

at the table of commerce there is hunger and doubt.

Some will be let in but so many left out.

 

So  a new reality is here.

In whom will I trust and whom will I fear?

Will people be kind and help stop the bleeding?

My country is dying and my soul is grieving.

 

Decency and kindness are being crucified!

No one tells the truth, the media is all lies!

My soul is crying in the long dark night!

Deliver us oh God with your Holy light!

 

Never let it be said of this patriot here,

that she ever gave up her country so dear!

Let her be remembered as a woman who prayed,

“In God we trust until the end of days!”

 

 

 

The Way…is waiting and calling…

 

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It’s always been broken and now it’s on fire.

The world is so angry and so very tired,

But there has always been an answer.

There has always been The Way.

For all to be forgiven and start again today.

The Way might be a walk through the fire.

It might be a walk through The Door.

The Way stands there waiting and calling…

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.”  John14:6,7.