Friendship and Dead Cats

This is my friend
He buried our cat
That was the introduction
Or part of it
A relationship defined in death
Rooted in a response
To grief
How often it’s true
Deep love
Found in hard places
Good friendships
Forged in daily struggles
Timeless trust
And sorrow’s soothing
Create connections 
That span the years
More often our weakness
Finds their strength
Than our talents
Find like hearts
We need others
To be who we cannot
So that we can be for them
And others
Who we truly are

Who would you call
To bury your cat?

Right Road

I’m on the right road
And I’m never looking back
Though I wander
And I find myself off track
Still I know this path I see
Will make me all I hope to be
I’m on the right road
Fully forward fully free

It’s the way of many pilgrims
Seeking peace and purpose true
It’s no easy road to walk
And it’s chosen by so few
Yet the moments in each day
Bring a joy words can’t convey
I’m on the right road
And it’s here I plan to stay

The Forge

The Eternal Smith
Moves hardened hearts
Into the fire
The forge ablaze
By the ignition
Of youth’s bravado
And age’s wisdom
Softened by the heat
And flame of struggle
The community 
Is reshaped 
The Smith strikes blow
Upon blow
Grinds away rough edges
Until a new weapon
A sword that divides
Truth from deception
And righteousness
From desire
To lay bare
The imprisoned heart
Beating faintly
But not yet dead


I saw you
A mirage
In my soulless desert
Like tree’s shade
Your voice
Brought relief
And the grass
Around you
Grew green
Around me
Waters flowed
And I live

Days of Birth

It’s a day I don’t remember
And I day I can’t forget
Another trip around the sun
And now wisdom I beget?
I pray this is the one
That I get more right than wrong
May I give it all I have
Staying up and staying strong
May it be a year that matters
Never given to defeat
May it find me doing good
For some folks I’ve yet to meet
I’ll praise my maker while I live
Giving thanks for days of birth
Help me Lord to live the year
And give it all you think it’s worth

The Only Me

I’m the only me
That I can be
But I’m not sure
I do me well
There’s a preferable me
It always seems
But not one
That I can sell
I wish I did me better
But I can’t seem
To pull it off
I guess for now
I’ll try my best
And let my good
Be better enough


There is hope beyond the shadow
The sun shines bright
Behind the clouds
There is love and joy and peace
That yet prevails
Fear not the evil doers
Nor the thief that comes at night
For the Lord of Light
The shadow full assails

There is a Place

There is a place
You’re meant to be
Where peace is the air
And goodness the food
There is a place
You’re meant to reside
Where love is the light
And joy is your strength
There is a place
You’re meant to inhabit
Where kindness is the first responder
And generosity the rule of law
There is a place
Prepared for you
From the beginning of time
Deep in the heart of God
Feel free
To move in
Any time

Barely Rooted

Barely rooted
when they ripped you
from the ground
No one will know
the fruit
that you would bear
Senseless violence
left a hole
where hope 
was planted
The muddled mind
of another
cleared the land
Your fullness lives
in the Kingdom
yet to come
But we long
to have you incomplete 
In this place
growing up
and casting shadows
on the wall
You barely rooted
when they ripped you
from the ground


The leafless trees
Call out my name
Inviting my return
I long to walk
The path through them
Such lessons there I learned
The whispers of the dirt
As I stepped along the way
Spoke words I’ve never known
Resounding still in me this day
El Camino Santiago
Is the journey
Not the place
It gave a gift
Of long-felt peace
That was holy restful grace
I’ll meet again
This lingering friend
Our acquaintance I’ll renew
Laces tied
And pack secure
I’ll walk as pilgrims do