Memorial Day

I tug this rope to hoist up high

Our flag up on this pole,

And hear the trumpet down the hill

So solemnly call roll.

It is we all so recognize

A symbol made by hand,

But we’re all so much likened to

This marker of our land.

I, like you, do understand

This banner’s silent power

At times we’ve rallied ‘round

In our darkest hour.

All the time I had but cursed

And toiled to strive but free,

Was all on purpose held to be

My God’s design for me.

I fly this flag up high for all

So proudly in the sun,

And bow my head to His great power

I am my Father’s son.

Skipping Stones

First throw
A skip and another skip.

Second throw
A skip and a bounce.

Next throw

All the way across the pond….

Next throw

That was the best stone I’ve found.

Again

Just throwing.

And again

As hard as I can…

One more time

Damn rock.

Have to throw again

That one was ugly.

Again

I’m sorry.

Again

Why?

Again

Because.

Standing on the shore I gaze out…

Again

Because I can’t help it.

Again

Why can’t I help it?

Again

It’s all I know.

Again, damnit

Because it’s love.

Ugly jagged rock, again

All the way across the pond.

Standing on the shore, I look up.

Again

All the way across the pond.