
You can’t do anything about the past. And you don’t know what the future is.
There is nothing lonelier than a man with a million friends.

You can’t do anything about the past. And you don’t know what the future is.
There is nothing lonelier than a man with a million friends.
This poem was originally written in October, 2018. At the time, it seemed more of a reflective piece, written prior to the elections in November of that year. The text has been edited to update the overall style, but the original theme remains the same. In light of the election of 2020, it seems to be an appropriate time to publish this poem again.

Voting has finally finished for yet another election
Americans have once again made their selections
As the election numbers begin to trickle in
People grow anxious to learn who will win
The past weeks have bombarded the airwaves with ads
Some of their messages are so negative and very sad
Candidates rekindle passions with their positions
Voters seek news outlets with impartial conditions
Democratic or Republican, both sides seek votes
Our world seems confused, filling with wild oats
Many look back at the past and yearn to return
But so much has changed in taking a wrong turn
Any nation steps forward, when citizens rally as one
Coming together, putting country ahead of anyone
Falling asleep in his chair, with the television still on
He awakens to see a nation coming together at dawn
America is the home of the brave and the land of the free
Let us all make our country as proud as it should really be


[Forwarded from my wife’s Facebook page]
George Carlin’s wife died early in 2008 and George followed her, dying in July 2008. It is ironic George Carlin—comedian of the 70’s and 80’s—could write something so very eloquent and so very appropriate. An observation by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.
Remember, to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by those moments that take our breath away.
Every time I read this again, my eyes harvest another image, even deeper than the last time I read. May we always think and ponder how our lives affect the world around us . . . family, friends, colleagues, and those we have never met.
Please feel free to share any of your thoughts in the comments.
From Proverbs 13:7: “Some pretend to be rich, yet have nothing; others pretend to be poor, yet have great wealth.”

Living a life, pleasing only to self
Ignoring God, leaving Him on a shelf
Competitive world, craving ambition
Pleasing to God, never this life’s mission
High expectations, demanding more time
Living the dream, seeking ladders to climb
Mankind commands, chasing full-time career
Pleasing to God, never happens this year
Targets set higher, with each passing week
Hustling to scale, another highest peak
Life fills with emptiness, something amiss
Pleasing to God, change focus . . . lasting bliss
God lights the way, spiritual journey
Coming to Him, forgo the attorney
Heart and mind, accept Father’s deepest love
Pleasing to God, eyes now find Him above
Daily meditation, filled with God’s Word
Rejoicing in His truth, no longer blurred
Priorities flip, following the Lord’s light
Pleasing to God, faithful voyage takes flight

From Ephesians 5:8-10: “For once you were darkness, but now in the Lord you are light. Live as children of light–for the fruit of the light is found in all that is good and right and true. Try to find out what is pleasing to the Lord.”

Sun sets on another day
Evening calls, wanting its way
Family gathers around
Home now, love and peace abound
Night sky envelopes the land
Stillness breathes on high command
Supper cooking, hunger calls
Mom’s spaghetti and meatballs
All hands on deck, helping mom
Frenzy soon returns to calm
Television calling out
Favorite show brings a shout
Mom crochets, sitting nearby
Dad reads book, about Shanghai
Final chores, homework to do
Soon slumber stirs up its brew
Before the last light goes out
Prayers praise God, so devout

This poem was inspired from an early morning walk in a neighborhood. The walk began in the darkness of the pre-dawn and finished with the rising sun.

Pre-dawn light slowly brightens the dark sky
Encouraging the night to salute its good-bye
Night’s closing remnants offer one concluding look
Winking back, crescent moon appears, like a hook
Crisp, cool air reposes its gentle hand
Rising sun will shortly warm the land
Morning dew moistens the grassy, green meadows
Frolicking rabbits chase each other in the shadows
Pungent odor permeates the pre-dawn air
Marking its territory, a skunk doesn’t care
Multitudes of birds announce the coming day
Sending out a chorus of joyful songs of praise
Deer graze in lush fields for a moment longer
Eating tender, green shoots to grow stronger
No human eyes have awakened quite yet
Sleeping in a cabin, seems like a sure bet
Nature wakes up to the arrival of summer daylight
Presenting God’s creation, with abundant delight

Gathering a few thoughts from recent newspaper headlines, these hidden gems share some notable treasures. Let’s celebrate in the praises of everyday life.

Infiltrating households and lonely hearts
Pets changing lives, with nurturing restarts
Treehouse fulfills wish, dreams really come true
Living monument, to boy’s health breakthrough
Retiring first-ever diet soft drink
TaB’s pop culture fades, no longer in sync
Gardening preserves one’s health, endless ways
Cultivate positive rewards each day
German icebreaker fulfills yearlong quest
Surveys the Arctic, climate change addressed
Sharing rock star’s reflections and insight
Peter Frampton, from ashes to twilight
Collectors flocking to Halloween gear
Vintage toys and costumes, from yesteryear
Small farms encompass lasting myths and dreams
Stewardship’s green space, sowing nature’s seams
Creating backyard bird-filled habitat
Places to perch, inviting welcome mat
Babysit grandson, brings grandpa a break
Takes little red wagon, loving keepsake


You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.
It’s a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.
This poem was originally written for another Friday, the 13th, back in December, 2019. Today seems like an appropriate time to publish it again. Of course, I am usually not too superstitious. Hmm, where are my lucky socks?

Does Friday, the 13th, bring on bad luck?
Breaking a mirror, let’s not make a scene
Crossing paths with a black cat, now fear struck
This Friday’s trying hard, to make us scream
Let’s focus on a different number
Twelve delivers a comforting meaning
Twelve Days of Christmas, never to shudder
Twelve Tribes of Israel, never demeaning
For some people, “thirteen” seems unlucky
Not really sure why others whine and fuss
Heading out the door with my dog Lucky
Snow flurries in June, now that’s treasonous!
So, what’s the big deal about the 13th?
Just change the calendar to the 14th

From Proverbs 15:15: “All the days of the poor are hard, but a cheerful heart has a continual feast.”

Life draining, more exhausted each day
Skies and mind, filling with darkest gray
Feet feeling locked, stuck in deepest mud
Fear turns on its spigot, now a flood
Advice shouts from all comers, all sides
Inner soul overwhelmed, faith divides
Daily walk, no longer stunning bright
Chaos reigns, becoming lasting night
Seasoned man, parked at Main Street’s corner
Life hits pause, who is this foreigner?
His thoughts and words, simple in their task
Holy Spirit reaches, to unmask
Keep it simple, fill your life with love
God’s peace, bringing comfort from above
In an instant, the wise sage departs
Night transforms to day, love fills this heart

From 1 John 5:3-4: “ For the love of God is this, that we obey His commandments. And His commandments are not burdensome, for whatever is born of God conquers the world. And this is the victory that conquers the world, our faith.”