Psalms and Laments 2
This is page 2 of Psalms and Laments. Page one is is located here.
Since retiring a few years ago I’ve had the opportunity to do… well… nothing if I don’t want to. During those “nothing” times I do a lot of thinking and reflecting. Which sometimes leads to random thoughts that ultimately find their way to paper. And, it happens very quickly! If not, it’s gone!
Now to be sure, I do not consider myself a poet – not by a long shot! I simply look for a creative way to express a thought or a personal experience I’ve had, that in turn may encourage someone else.
I usually include a photograph. Sometimes the visual aids in telling the story, other times, oh, just because. So, if you’d like like, then read on. And, if you want to share with others – of course!
Open Hearts – Closed Doors
We say our hearts are open,
But have we really closed the door,
We say we care for widows/orphans,
But does “religion” matter all the more?
We say our arms are here to reach,
But are they stretched enough,
We speak of love, of grace, of peace,
But walls of pride keep going up.
We claim to serve the poor in need,
But only when we have the time,
We preach of justice, hope – indeed,
But watch them wither on the vine.
We sing of faith that moves a mount,
But fear to step beyond our gate,
We speak of God, an endless fount,
Yet measure love and seal our fate.
Empty Hands Fix Broken Doors
Empty hands fix broken doors,
But some folks say, “It’s not my chore,”
So they shout, “Let others try!”
And I can’t help but wonder why.
The hinges creak and often groan,
Yet still they stand there, all alone.
I’ll take a breath, my hands unsure,
Then something in me finds the cure.
When others say I should refrain,
I fix what’s broken in the rain,
For in the cracks and worn-out frames,
I find new strength in all the pain.
Empty hands may seem so weak,
But there’s a power in what we seek.
To mend, to heal, to shine a light,
Even when no one’s in sight.
So when others doubt what you might do,
Just fix the door and walk on through.
