Last Minute

Once in May, but not summer yet
Spring showers leaving the grass still wet
My friend, the adventurer decided he would
Take a journey 'round the world, if he could
And should not get the idea in his head
That he'd rather post in his blog instead
But that he'd find something interesting to see
In every old farmhouse, in every grand city
So when he returns--it would be quite a spell
He'd have lots of exciting stories to tell
"Maybe I'll swim across the red sea!
Maybe I'll find my heart in Sicily!
In China, I'll use chopsticks to eat
In Ireland, accomplish some heroic feat
In fact, I'll be quite world-renowned!"
He said with enthusiasm, and I was astounded
"This would cost so much money to do
For planes and hotels and passport book, too
And it would take time- not to be a snob,
But you'd probably have to quit your job."
He pondered a moment, then without a doubt
Said, "Friend you have nothing to worry about
For I've managed to save a decent amount
Of money in my bank account!"
"Well there's not much more that I can say,
When do you plan to make your way?"
He said, "I just can't wait! I'm too excited to speak!
I think my journey will begin next week!"

How Things Work

The earth exists in a special spot
Allowing flow of liquid water
Which wouldn't be possible
If we were much more cold or hotter

The earth renews itself
New land to create
With every slow movement
Of each tectonic plate

We don't lose anything
In the cyclic rise and fall
Of earth's precious water
A thousand years, we'll have it all

Grass grows on it's own will
And can't be told to stop
It brightens green and lovely
With every little drop

Rotation gives us night and day
A time to rest, a time to play

Seasons come from tilt and revolution
Testimony to God's creative institution

So we worry not
That the world may fall apart
But instead, we can focus
On matters of the heart.

Childhood Fears

When I was a little girl - maybe three or four
I had recurring nightmares - a story of foreboding lore
Of certain loud machines surrounding me on the floor
In a circle, enclosing, no hope to find a door

These machines may strike you funny, but I'll tell you that it's true
Vacuum cleaners were my fear when I was little over two
Loud noises and fear of being sucked in - must have threw
A loop in my subconscious --for utter fear is what I knew
(And to dream this over and over _really_ made me feel blue)

But then-- and I don't know how this came to be
I seemed to have a brave streak - when I was about three
And certainly would rather my dreams be filled with glee
Instead of scary vacuum cleaners in a circle around me

And so I decided - there was no compromise
This nightmare was going to meet it's demise
I walked up to the biggest one, and much to my surprise
Found that it could speak (!), with no evil in his vacuum eyes

So we talked and laughed--I had made a new friend.
And the nightmare vanished, came never again.

The Light of the Morn'

A phone call woke me up this morn'

At 5 AM, annoying, sure,

But in the dark, I lay awake

And so decided I would take

A walk in the light of the morn'

I greeted my mother before she left

Brought a smile to her face

Dressed and stretched, and put on shoes

Let the world know of the good news

Of my walk in the light of the morn'

A step, a prayer, a smile, a glance

The sunrise greeted me, how nice!

The cool breeze blew back my hair,

I took pictures of what I found there,

During my walk in the light of the morn'

Me and God in solitude,

As the world slept on, my hope grew,

Things aren't always perfect, no...

But somehow, the sun and breeze showed

Things were okay in the light of the morn'

The sunrise was so beautiful

In the light of the morn'

I could not even capture the hue

With my camera, the yellow, orange, and blue

Imprinted on my mind, the light of the morn'.

My walk is over, finished now

I'm sleepy, but it's okay.

I enjoyed my early morning today

Perhaps tomorrow I'll again enjoy 

The light of the morn'.