Nightly Sentinels

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Silent darkness arrives along the lake’s shore

Bringing beauty, but there is danger and more

 

Nightfall’s murkiness shrouding any potential peril

Hiding exposed reefs and shoals that may imperil

 

Loaded vessels silently lumber toward their destinations

Navigating through the gloom to reach their final stations

 

Danger lurking along a concealed shoreline in the empty dark

Demanding the skipper to plot a course so steady on its mark

 

A lighthouse stands alone by the shore’s breakwater

Warning of unexpected hazards so ships don’t falter

 

For years, Lake Erie’s travel routes have been patrolled

Providing warning lights and fog sirens, bright and bold

 

Numerous nighttime sentries light up along Ohio’s coast

Protecting ships and crew at locations that harbor a post

 

Ashtabula, Sandusky, Conneaut, Marblehead, and Lorain

Marking safe passage for crossing Erie’s shipping lanes

 

A misty fog blanketing the rocky shore this lonely night

Synchronizing light with sound, a lone sentinel’s might

 

Today’s ships cruise with improved navigational systems

Sparking too many lighthouses to decline and fall victim

 

Some guardians along Erie’s shore are preserved

Reminding visitors of a rich, past history to serve

 

Unique and fascinating designs still live to shine

Preventing accidents and calamities for all time

 

 

Foggy Rain

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Morning arrives filled with much rain and fog

The view outside looks more like soggy smog

The arrival of another day brings a new, fresh start

Hopefully a writer’s words will be like a work of art

Twinkling street lights appear through the wet haze

The sun’s illumination will remain hidden all this day

Sounds of rain splashing against the window’s glass

This morning mist looks to find a home at long last

Perhaps the intense rain will inspire a pen to write

Maybe words will arrive with impressions so right

The calmness evaporates as a gentle wind arrives

The steady rain matures as its intensity thrives

Rain hurls through the air in a sideways manner

The large drops sound as loud as a jackhammer

Lightning flashes across the foggy, gray sky

Rumbling thunder echoes as if a jet flies by

The worn, wooden planks of the patio deck shine

A slippery sheen generates added beauty so fine

The sky lightens up for a moment or two

Nature’s own light offers a beautiful view

Now the rain restarts with amounts far too much

Flooding may bring for some an absence of luck

The day will continue to be soggy and wet for all

At least this poem has answered a writer’s call

 

Sweetest Love

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Love springs eternal in many, beautiful forms

Helping to ease some of life’s angry storms

 

A mother focuses on her handsome new boy

Rocking him fast to sleep, she’s filled with joy

 

A teacher reaches out to his unsettled class today

Filling the room with learning, discovering a way

 

A nervous man asks a pretty woman for a date

Dreaming, could marriage be their future fate?

 

A son calls upon his ailing mother quite often

Bringing love that helps her illness to soften

 

A mature couple capturing romance from afar

Tying ribbons of love, reaching heaven’s stars

 

A young girl eagerly waits by the window all day

Jumping into her father’s lap with much to say

 

A caring wife prepares a meal by candlelight

Inspiring a time of love with her man tonight

 

A family cherishes togetherness for all

Adding gentle love that will never fall

 

A romantic husband brings flowers to his bride

Adding fragrance and beauty, their love amplified

 

A young couple ties marriage’s knot with “We do”

Cherishing their love, feeling deeply rich and true

 

God sends His Son, offering His greatest gift

Washing away our sins, lives no longer adrift

 

 

 

 

The First Tree Is Mine

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Farmer Fred lives near an insignificant, small town

His atrocious driving skills are very well renowned

He pops into town usually once a week

Leaving his farmhouse to take a peek

After a day filled with nothing and too much fizzle

Fred stops over at a local tavern to wet his whistle

He orders a cheeseburger and a sweet sarsaparilla

When a wayward woman spots this handsome fella

Marge is a forgotten classmate from their high school

She navigates quite well when playing a game of pool

She stumbles over and sits down—a bit wobbly

Ordering another drink seems to be her hobby

Fred informs Marge that his driving is now restricted

He has been crashing too much and been ticketed

Marge asks, “How do you then drive that old Ford truck?”

Fred replies, “I just need a navigator to bring me luck”

He asks her, “Interested in helping me one final time?”

“Sure my dear friend!  But . . . the first tree is mine!”

 

Everlasting Road

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I am a solitary man traveling on an empty road

My life journey’s been an awfully heavy load

 

I yearn to walk a few more miles by the end of this day

My battered and worn shoes have so very much to say

 

I survive by myself after all of these long years

My past is filled with disappointments and tears

 

I have met few along this road who even say “hello”

My disheveled appearance keeps eyes looking low

 

I look ahead to what this day will offer to me

My weakened eyes make it challenging to see

 

I would welcome a hot meal and a warm shower

My bag of jerky will need to nourish for hours

 

I feel my energy running low on fuel just the same

My mind tries to stay alert as if playing a new game

 

I wish to stop by this large sycamore tree

My eyes can rest under its shade for free

 

I will rest and relax in peace along this quiet road

My journey will soon be finished, yet I never slowed

 

I will continue my peaceful trek down a lonesome route

My days are numbered, but I remain strong and stout

 

I am ready to meet my Lord on His righteous terms

His everlasting spirit brings much for me to affirm

 

 

 

Walk of Faith

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From the Bible:  For by one Spirit we were all baptized into one body, whether Jews or Greeks, whether slaves or free, and we were all made to drink of one Spirit.  (1 Corinthians 12:13)

Public baptism by immersion occurs on this date

Young girl reveals her guided walk to faith’s gate

 

Scripture speaks of baptism at every turn

From this girl, we all have so much to learn

 

Believe, be baptized, and continue to be brave

For Christ arose and escaped from His grave

 

All are baptized into one body so pure

Made to drink one spirit, totally for sure

 

Christ’s baptism launches His ministry, rich for all

In God’s presence, His words forever stand tall

 

Scorned persecutor of Jesus’ faithful, Christian way

Saul baptized as Paul, with Lord’s forgiveness to stay

 

Believers baptized under God’s authority of thee

Through Father, Son, and Holy Spirit which see

 

Baptism generates life’s faithful walk, filled with newness

Youthful girl accepts Jesus as Savior, blessed trueness

 

Feeling transforming spirit of Father’s Holy, living water

Accepting God’s purpose, living as newfound daughter

 

This young girl’s act of faith inspires so many others

Opening eyes to witness, every sister and brother

I recently witnessed the baptism of a young girl who was ready to make her walk of faith public in front of the congregation.  It was a very inspiring and emotionally-rich moment.

 

Perfect Seat

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Circus shows once filled with excitement to delight

Few spectators now attend circus magic each night

 

Generation ago, numerous children experienced it all

Now mighty Big Tops have vanished with a huge fall

 

Sitting in the crowd with a perfect seat

Thrilled to adore another tasty treat

 

The ringmaster keeps the thrilling show moving along

Audiences soon realize that each act lasts only so long

 

Three rings keep crowd’s enthusiasm mounting with ease

Here come zany clowns, filled with foolishness to please

 

Dazzling jugglers and daring acrobats delight

Children dream of being in the circus spotlight

 

Sitting in the crowd with a perfect seat

Eagerly watching performances so sweet

 

Lions, tigers, and bears—Oh, what a sight to behold

Bravery shown by animal tamers, awesome and bold

 

Always pleasing are gigantic elephants from afar

Their majestic presence makes them the stars

 

Evening’s ultimate act flies high above three circus rings

Trapeze artists dangle with suspense from their swings

 

Sitting in the crowd with a perfect seat

Looking forward to each astonishing feat

 

Fewer circus companies still travel the globe

The “Greatest Show on Earth” needed to fold

 

Audiences once filled the Big Top’s nightly crusade

Now dying out, precious memories stumble and fade

 

New generation of young children shall never wonder

How circus night brought applause as loud as thunder

 

Sitting in the crowd with a perfect seat

Recalling circus images that will repeat

 

The “Greatest Show on Earth” shut down its operations in 2017 due to declining attendance and revenue shortfalls.  The Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus was, without a doubt, the greatest circus show of them all.  As a footnote, John Ringling, one of the circus-owning brothers, arrived in a small town in central Montana in the early 1900s.   He planned to invest in cattle ranching and a local railroad.  The tiny, quiet hamlet of Ringling is still on the map today along U.S. Highway 89, but you would never know that it can trace some of its history back to the “Greatest Show on Earth.”

 

Nourishing Love

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A beautiful garden planted in the spring with great love

Flowers and vegetables blessed with peace from above

Every detail carefully planned and tenderly done

All this fertile soil needs now is water and sun

The first few weeks bring excitement and growth

Green buds and a bit of color are amazing both

One week goes by without any tender loving care

The young, immature plants now seem a bit scared

 

I am thirsty for a drink, can’t you see!

Why have you forgotten all about me?

 

Another week passes along without feeling a human hand

The fragile plants begin a slow march back to the land

 

I am thirsty for a drink, can’t you see!

Why have you forgotten all about me?

 

A third week arrives with unhappiness and despair

The once promising garden can’t surely be repaired

 

I am thirsty for a drink, can’t you see!

Why have you forgotten all about me?

 

From high above comes His promise to bring rain

Soon a gentle, nourishing mist reduces the pain

Humans need to be fed from above by Him

We must ask Him gently like singing a hymn

Without loving care, the garden and people will perish

The Lord adores all of His creation with love to cherish

 

Let us never, ever wonder and say . . .

 

I am thirsty for a drink, can’t you see!

Why have you forgotten all about me?

 

To have little faith isn’t part of our day!

Wintertime Blues

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Winter arrives on schedule every year

Bringing too much snow and cold I fear

An ice storm starts off the winter season

Staying off of the roads for good reason

Later snowfall begins to pile up outside my door

Growing deeper and deeper, please no more!

Now a polar vortex is hammering my home

Blowing Arctic air all the way to my bones

For some, they say winter is truly a paradise

Thinking to myself, winter surely ain’t nice

I bundle up in many snug and warm layers

Trying to move outside without any cares

The snow has buried the sidewalk and my car

Shoveling cannot be healthy when it’s this far

I retreat back inside to be near a toasty fire

Deciding to remain in bed until winter retires

Like a bear, I stay warm while we both hibernate

Waiting for spring’s early arrival will be our fate

 

 

 

Moving Forward

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Facing disappointment for many months and more

Feeling frustration and despair starting to soar

 

Realizing that this journey needs a mid-course correction

Pointing an unsteady compass in a totally new direction

 

Tiring from how many others have treated thee in the past

Looking forward to a future that brings happiness at last

 

Beating up thyself for any past, painful mistakes

Needing renewed courage for a new life to make

 

Knowing that this life needs a helping hand

Wanting to scan for a nurturing place to land

 

Reaching out comes the helping hand of thy God

Sending forth His grace to be thy staff and rod

 

Shielding eyes from brightest sun at a new dawn

Walking forward with energy that’s never gone