lillipadponderings

I’ve watched the teasing winds of life.
Caress the swaying leaves:
A sweet and tender melody,
Gently playing in the trees.

As time, a marching soldier,
In steady rhythm treads,
His drumbeat trilling softly:
Notes of passing moments spread.

Marking day by day our progress,
As we go along our way;
Taking measures of our footprints
What we do, what we say.

Now as one short day has ended,
Have we left a smile or pain?
Did we leave a soft wind blowing
Or a storm of wind and rain?

The deeds that we are doing
Will be faced again you know.
In the lesson of the harvest:
That you reap just what you sow.

Spread some feathers on the lawn,
And watch them fly away.
They can’t be gathered in again,
On the ground they will not stay.

The wind will catch and scatter,
They’ll wing their way on high.
Through the distant elements
Each tiny feather will fly.

Just as the foolish words you speak,
Are carried by the gust.
So then to think before we speak,
And guard our mouth we must.

Once you’ve said hurtful words,
They’re gone and can’t return.
Though we see the damage done,
It’s a lesson too late learned.

What lies ahead in darkness there?
What goals and triumphs planned with care,
Reaching and taking dreams untried,
Then turning back unsatisfied.
Wretched man whose searching n’er ends
For something better,life never sends.
Always grasping tomorrow,ever so fast
To realize tomorrow now lies in the past.
For life has dealt you what it deals to all men
Who cast their hopes on a world bruised by sin.
One half reaching forward to temporal things,
One half reaching backward to unfulfilled dreams,
Eyes dim,heart slow, a victim in a snare.
To bring God this offering somehow isn’t fair,
Yet He will accept it, mercy praises be sung.
How much greater the blessing had you done it while young.

1975

I see you on your lofty perch,

Viewing with scorn the masses below;

Mocking, while they do have faith,

No great accomplishment can they show.

While you have steadily risen

And placed your name on the board

Enjoying eagerly all the fine things

This present world can afford.

Yet, you are sad, hollow and empty,

As needy as a begger can be.

With sadness they watch you exalt yourself,

And thru it all they can see.

They see a heart empty and cold,

Devoid of love’s warming touch;

Crippling along down life’s road

Dependent on a self centered crutch.

Pity what pity you’ve climbed so high,

No one can reach you my friend

A tall ladder to a high lonely place

That tempted you to ascend.

So high the air is thinned and chilled;

The song is stilled in your heart;

Come back down the ladder to warmth and friends,

It takes only one step to start.

Once you’ve started it’s easy you’ll find,

To reduce your ego to size.

Tho will shock you to know you reigned on your throne,

Nowhere but in your own eyes.

It isn’t the pen that is poison,
Nor the hand that wields it.
It’s the evil mind entertaining the thought,
And the wicked heart that feels it.

Chandi encouraged me to start a blog to share my thoughts and the many writings in my journals.

Dena agreed and urged me to do it now, Ma.

Rob forced the issue by posting my blog on facebook…

OK kiddies . I get it…here I go.

Reflections

I saw a reflection in my eyes
a man, his heart in deep disquise
he laughed and joked for all to see
yet he was bound, he was not free

You have the key, what is it worth?
to help this man, this child of earth
to reach him with a healing touch
a moment of time cost not so much.

Hide your heart, your greedy heart
refuse to help or be a part
you’ll gain a debt that only pays
in lonely, lengthy nights and days

Hide and seek or seek and hide
in pain alone, you can’t confide
you closed the door to perfect rest
you pleased yourself, you failed your test.