It has been next to impossible to find time to compose a post due to various crises in my life. Ordinarily my sense of humor kicks in and I can creatively sing in the rain, because A.) it sure beats crying and B.) God is in everything, which means joy is in every situation, albeit sometimes very hard to see.
In a nutshell, a daughter faced homelessness with her two children, and my mother-in-law has experienced a strange dementia made perplexing because, unlike most dementia, hers may be reversible. So at age seventy I’m not able to retire, but must be a caregiver, along with my wife.
In some ways this has been a good thing because I simply don’t have time to worry about the insane state of the nation, and the world. I have several posts half completed, but they are already out-dated. Before I have time to point out certain behavior is irrational our leaders double down on their stupidity.
However, I have completed a couple of sonnets I like, and here they are:
Oh, we think we are so smart, with our wits like Looking at the Grand Canyon through a keyhole. With each ego bristling a porcupine spike We lift narrow needle noses. Control The universe? You'd think so, but a mote Of dust floating in a sunbeam's the size We are, as we brag. We love to gloat Over tweezered wins which, in God's clear eyes, Are as lasting as a firefly's flash On a summer night. He must feel some mirth Watching our antics, for midst all the clash Of all the egos on our sad planet Earth He sees through all keyholes. Share. Let Him see. For He is the key that unlocks and sets free.
Though this old world teeters at the abyss I awoke today amazed by seeing I still could feel a modest sort of bliss; Still could accept a sense of well-being. Lord, greater than enormity are You; More kingly than kings; Freer than the free; And yet, though all these vast things may be true You still have time for little men like me. We mortals divide the great from the small but You scorn such distinction: A widow's Small coin means more than money bags.Through all Mankind You seek the soil where love grows And when its found men wake from their dreams Like brilliant dust in a dawn's first beams.