A Few Poems Picked BY Mary Lou
One day I asked Mary Lou to read through the 3 books and pick a few poems she liked. I wanted her input and participation in the podcast . When I saw the books there were so many colored tabs in God’s Rhyme I look like a turkey spreading it’s feathers. That apparently was her favorite book as the other two had far fewer colored tabs. Or maybe she just ran out of colored tabs, that’s what I’m going with.
From God’s Rhyme one of the poems she chose is “Have You, Have I “
This is about sharing our faith. Do we do it often enough?
HAVE YOU, HAVE I
Have you seen how beautiful is grace?
Have you felt the comfort of His embrace?
Have you looked into your neighbor’s face?
Have you heard the sweetness of the sound?
Have ever you been lost, but now are found?
Have you known a love that is never bound?
Amazing how our daily lives never end,
How a thoughtless word said never seems to mend,
How amazing the ease with which we pretend
To be as one whether stranger or friend.
Forgive us Lord for what we do not say.
Please forgive us Lord each and every day.
You are waiting and we get in the way,
Wanting the world, knowing that we should pray.
Without You in our lives who can we be?
Without forgiveness how can we be free?
It is only with You that we can see
That without Your grace there is only me.
© 2019 by Tim Carter
I think the last ling of thisd poem is what I wanted to write as the last line of the poem Creativity. Creativity Is a little different, but I like it. It speaks to me.
CREATIVITY
like a knife rifled thru the still air
your thoughts are stifled by those who care,
unnoticed by you at that minute
when you first take view of your limits.
all around are sounds
that abound & drown
thinking maybe it’s spring –
annually this comes you say,
but does it really every year
or is it only Friday waiting?
take a trip somewhere afar
to air the brain anywhere by car.
take life & strip the walls away,
relieve the strain of care today.
above,
the blue with hues
so few can view
take a trip home to find
just if you are really that kind
who when alone can thru your eyes see
beyond the stars to what you can be.
truth, the saying doesn’t ring,
perhaps it’s more than just the day.
perhaps you’ve stopped looking in the mirror
to see it’s only you that’s waiting.
Reflection:
Just a poem, an exercise in...
