Dreams

Do dreams begin or end our lives?
Dreams of motherhood, marriage, or even death-
do they start us into a new realm?
Do they really exist?

I still think Prince Charming comes,
sometimes as a frog, sometimes seated
on a white horse.

Just believe. They told me that since
I was a child. I tell that to other girls,
who waltz on imaginary ballroom floors
in their carpeted living rooms.

Do you want to dance with me?-they ask
as I take the roll of Prince for them
in their make-believe ball.

I tinge of sadness, but also a flicker
of hope dances in the air.

1,2,3 and 1,2,3,-
we dance around the room.
Do fairy tales really exist?
I'm not sure.

Service

How old are you when you know you are poor?
I've heard of children whose mother took them
camping all summer at the beach. They
did not know they were homeless.

Is it the role of parents to shield their
children from the harsh realities of life?

How do we know we are rich? Is it a Lexus,
Mercedes, or BMW? Is it people who would lay
down their lives to save our soul?

I grew up today. A little taller, maybe six inches.
For a long time, I was content,
like a bird in a nest,
not seeing how to get out and fly.
Now I've had a glimpse and am learning to flap my wings.
I've flown to other nests before,
had other times of flight.
Is this the time to learn to build my own?
Where is the time in between to be spent?
I think I am missing a vital step...
possibly one unseen.

Poverty of spirit, is that what I have?
It seems like a sickness to try to shake or
get away from.
However, the Bible says Blessed are the poor
in spirit. They shall inherit the Kingdom.

I know I need to know more about the Kingdom.
The openings of centuries come with fireworks
but years travel fast.

Barry McGuire spoke of the "happy road we
are traveling on... Son keeps shining,
know it won't be long until the happy road is leading me
home." Sometimes, I am so tired of traveling this road
of service. Other days, I want to live a hundred more
years.

The days in between those two thoughts, prepare me for
tomorrow. For we are eternal. Yesterday, today, and forever
are all the same to God.

A Seed

A seed germinating,
growing inside of me.
I see it in my belly,
a form of a tree.

Dreams of apples,
pomegranates,
oranges,
and grapes,
surround
me.

Is Israel a fertile ground?
Does she exist in time?
Who is her Messiah?

I dream of a fatherland but
also of a mother.
Golda Meir dreamed, too.
May those in her footsteps
not follow their heart
solely. May they find the one
who
created them for this time
in the earth.

Jesus is the dream,
I awake to.

Vikings

King Olaf of Man,
he brought the light of Christ.
Some forced, tortured, others free-
how did this story begin?

Fleeing death with his mother
as a boy, going from shore to shore.

To find refuge under Valdemar,
but the pirates captured Olaf.
He was sold for the price of
a fine cloak. Was it like
that of His robe?

Valdemar protected him,
after Olaf was bought from slavery.
The threats of the mobs, cried out to
the King, after Olaf had
violently defended his own life.

Then Olaf's soul died.
His heart with that of his wife and
his plunderings led him to a seer to be reborn.
The seer prophesied over the future saint.

New life began, baptized,
now for a greater Kingdom he served.
King Olaf built a church
and lived in Trondhiem...
and the fate was
for him to die in battle.

I've heard it said that he went
over the rails of the long serpent
ship of Norway. Forced to flee,
never to be seen again.

Buffalo

I saw a visage of friendship tonight.
I had a candle that I wanted to give her light.
I saw it being taken down from where it stood and
giving warmth to both of us.
Is this the sound of angels-
or another dirge?

I think about the chariots,
wheels within wheels.
Can you hear the flutter of angels' wings?
I hear it.
It propels me forth on my knees
before the throne of the great white
eagle.

The one spoken of in native tribes.
The great ones spoke of him, on the tribal land.
They knew His might. His power in the buffalo,
his sadness in their plight.
"Great and mighty is He. The keeper of our dreams."
They declared their allegiance to Him even as they
walked trails of sadness, tears that led to a new life.

I ask forgiveness for my sins,
of exploitation, even of my friends.
Let me accept all people.
Give me your weary, your tired, your poor.
This sheep has been shorn,
edges trimmed. Candle wick burning
just for Him.

Rip Van Winkle

Did Washington Irving borrow
from other places
for this story of yours?

Did Honi the Circle-Maker
and Karl Katz
influence his choice of you?

Washington knew that
one hundred years or
seventy, was too long for
you to sleep.

Twenty years was your fate.
King George was now begotten by the revolution.
What is the evolution between time-
matters of state, matters of mind?

Was he too lazy
to make his money?

Sleep is anesthetizing,
contagious of sort.

Did you wake up with a
startle or a single thought,
of years wasted and what now
was your lot?

Healing

Tears wash away sadness,
heartache of years.
Healing brings forth
tears of joy,
tears of thankfulness,
for God is good.
He always has been.
I just couldn't see it,
feel it, sense this reality.

Why do I cry?
It is because my lover, Jesus
is nearby.
My eyes are on Him.