I tap my fingers in an unorganized rhythm on my computer desk
Listening to amazing melodies of music
Concentrating on the lyrics of the Music trying to 'feel' something
Trying to find that same feeling in music that I felt when I first met you
That warm vibration of a rush, that feeling of remembrance, the feeling of life

weariness;
pulling a thousand ton while climbing uphill
rivulets of sweat dripping and watering the
ground as I climb. Lubricating
the ground,
I slip and
fall.

darkness;
the all consuming black hole
engulfing me. too tired
to seek the
light.
I give up.

Have you ever sat down
And just wondered why?
Anything ever happens
Throughout your changing life
Causing ups and downs
Never ceasing to surprise

I'm here
Waiting
Hoping
Wishing
I'm here
Dreaming
Longing
Wanting
I'm here
Believing
Accepting
Belonging
I'm here
Caring
Watching
Loving
I'm here
I'm here
*I'm here

One love
two mouths

I surrender in your name,
Never expected glory, or fame
I give it all to you my Lord,
You heal the sick better than any bard
No more sorrow,guilt,lies, or shame,
You set me free from any blame
You said trust in me and you shall gain,
Anything you ask for in my name
Believe in the savior Jesus Christ,
For his suffering was extremely priced
Thank you Lord for giving your life,
Sorry you endured the worlds heaviest knife

My Brothers and Sister and Me
We all share the same genes
Though some hide it better than others.
Similarities And Differences are pronounced.
The apples don’t fall far from the tree
Though a couple of them bounced.

Apples baked into pies or
Thrown to the horses
Rotten and brown and wormy and
Delicious apple cider in the Fall.
Applesauce and apple butter and Appleton, Wisconsin
Looking for a job?  Applications for them all.

Mountains, and mountains of books
Rivers, and streams of numbers
Hiking and running through canyons
Flowers and gardens and mushrooms and parks.
Shooting pheasants in the fields
Shooting stars in the dark.

Time will tell.  Time will tell
Mom’s in Heaven, Dad’s in his own Hell.
Whose footsteps will you follow?
What size boots do you own?
Who most will you resemble?
When your own kids are grown.

We are laughing.  We are laughing.
We are librarians and teachers
And accountants and staff and lumbermen always.
And still we all laugh.  
“Thought one of you’d be a preacher.”
“Good money in that.”

Each generation’s gaps grow wider
As the trees grow taller the apples fall farther
Similarities and Differences well-defined
Still laughing. Still laughing at things
New genes swimming in the family pool
Some of the cousins can sing!!
PwL March, 2015