Going Home

She was on her death bed
It was almost her time to go
She stood
But was told to rest
She saw something she couldn’t resist

No, mom, you need to rest, please.
   I can’t back down. I need to go, you see.
Mom, just wait a minute.
   No, I have to go now.
   I see the way to my sweetheart, John Clark.


And then she was gone.
It was so sudden. I couldn’t explain it.
She was alert just moments before.
And we all knew it was her sweetheart
calling her home.


This poem can be found in Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take available on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1718836554

The Oak Tree

The oak tree
Unwavering and sturdy
Tells us how to be:
Don’t break so easily
In the slightest change of wind

Climbing back through my childhood bedroom window
Landing on shards of broken glass
Crimson oozes slowly
As I pray each stab is its last
So much has shaken me since my first landing
Each step taken cuts deeper than the beginning

Looking back
That oak tree mocks me
He speaks, “Steady now
for like the days of an oak tree
shall the days of our people be.
He has sent me here to mend the brokenhearted;
To shine a light during the mourning.
Remember from where you have fallen
And you shall return to that which bears fruit.
Listen to the ways of the wind:
Rejoice for His love has been given.”