For the Faithful

If God exists, He exists, and not because anyone believes or disbelieves in His existence. It is an individual's personal choice to believe or not believe, and not necessarily to try to prove their beliefs to someone else.

Once a person decides to declare their faith, they are often open to challenge which does not indicate a lack or verification of their belief, but sometimes those who do not discuss their beliefs are often the most faithful.

I Do Not Long For Yesterday

I do not long for yesterday,
Now is kinder than before.
Through the years I've learned a lot.
I could not ask for more.

To Care or Not

Nothing is the matter,

I am alone and caring not.

I do not love or hate you,

Although I once cared a lot.

I cried once too often,

Now it will never be the same.

I knew next time I saw you,

I would be prepared to say goodbye,

But then I looked straight at you,

And still do not know why.

It was the same old moonbeams

Shining in your eyes.

I will decide tomorrow

Whether to care.

No One Else Can Take Your Place

With the fading of the night,

In the early morning twilight,

I see angels in your face.

No one else can take your place.

In the misty freezing weather,

I feel warm and light as feathers.

It's because I think of you.

You make all my dreams come true.

The dew has left the marigolds,

You and I are growing older,

I still see angels in your face,

No one else can take your place.

Dust House

Ashes to ashes,

Dust, too.

Scrape off some paint

And rust,too.

Sprinkle some sawdust,

Mix with glue.

A little more fluff

Some light stuff

Add some water

A thimblefull will do.

Wipe off your hands

Throw in the towel

Add cement,

Stir well.

Let dry for about three minutes.

Start another with the same procedure.
When you have a dozen dust stones,

Start building the wall of your dust house.

Before you know it,

You will build many dust stones

Out of carefully selected bones,

Discarded ice cream cones,

Various jewelry,

And dehydrated marshmallows.

Attach dust stones to each other

With flour paste

Or whatever might become glue.
With enough of these dust stones

You can build quite a fancy place.

You can even build a secret hiding place.
Welcome to my house of dust

In a blue sheltered lagoon.
Tomorrow's great,

Be there at seven.
Bye, now, see you soon.

Crimes of the Heart

Telling me your faults,

Admitting them to me,

Puts me on the defensive, somewhat.

It gives me the responsibility

Of trying to decide what do do about

Crimes of the heart.

Perhaps the best reaction

Is to say nothing,

Do nothing,

Hear nothing.

No matter what you tell me you did,

Nothing happened.

Perhaps that is the best.

Listen intently well,

Don't give specific advice.

Remember the situation

If you are asked about it

By the person who told you.

Don't pretend you don't remember.

But if someone should ask you,

Then nothing happened.

Especially when it concerns

Crimes of the heart.

Changing Faces

You look for a reflection of you,

But there is another view.

You look in the mirror

Until you decide who you think you are,

Compared with the truth.

You say you know the me you see,

Although it is how you want me to be.

I know how you think I appear,

Then I can decide what I want you to hear.