Two grandmas hobbling down the street
To their eyes, a sign did greet
The next movement is when their eyes did meet

The one to the other
I double dog dare you, since you are much, much older
She said with her humorously, dry, funny laughter

Slide that leg up the post
Then hold it for a minute or two, at the most
A picture on social media I'll post

A challenge not to be avoided
The grandmother, her leg she hoisted
You know, for this pose I could be arrested!

So how does this look?
It's exactly the same as the one in our outdated high school yearbook
But with a chuckle, today I'll show it to one and all, on Facebook

Hurry up, my leg is beginning to tire
As she then began to ponder
If she should have taken this double dog dare.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
February 17, 2021

In a world of sorrow and pain
Oftentimes, when it appears only to rain
And everything has gone completely down the drain
The drop of each tear causes such a horrible, wet stain

The need now for heroes is more readily needed
The loneliness within our hearts hasn't been treated
An immense, dark hole has been created
The fact that severe depression is being left unimpeded

When in life, what we really need, are simply more unsung heros
Sharing happiness is what he or she happily and readily sows
They find those people in need, by following their hearts and their nose
Because heartache and pain often are hid behind simple, plain clothes

A heaven sent message, ministering angels always bring
They swoop in, just in time, to lift someone's spirit it would seem
They show their willingness to help by selflessly serving
To alleviate other people's pain and suffering

This special hero is found without a cape or fancy car
They don't leap tall buildings nor thru the air do they swiftly soar
They aren't those men or women from legend or lore
But when in need, the light of their car is seen from a mile or more

My heart, a friend, it did yearn
Even though it wasn't any of their concern
This lesson I did quickly learn
That through the whisperings of the spirit, my need they did discern

Their bright smiles and comforting embrace
Are what's needed to put depression in its place
Unhappiness and loneliness they quickly erase
They're a true friend whose heart of gold is easy to trace

Unlike those heroes of legend and lore
These types of heroes stick around for a few years or more
Their embrace has such infinite power, my smile they did restore
This happened in my earthly mansion, behind my closed, front door

Each person do they edify
When they appeared upon my doorstep, I didn't question why
To my succor did they fly
They lifted my spirits before they said goodbye

These ministering angels are a hero to all
Not just during Christmas time or earlier in the fall
They don't care if you are short or tall
For their simple acts of kindness, their names are written in heaven, if I recall

So superheroes they've become
On to the next house, they've run
Love for all is their mighty anthem
To impart with others a portion of their joy and wisdom

These ordinary heroes can never be mistaken
From them, encouragement, have we taken
Their saving powers cannot be hidden
A vision of Heaven, hope, and love did they awaken

Of these amazing heroes, what more can I say
Their willingness to stop and help a stranger, when in earnest I did pray
This special memory of these ministering angels, forever with me will stay
I hope that I too can become a hero, to someone, someday.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
January 2021

The morning was so clear and bright
Oh it was such a beautiful sight
The air was brisk and pure
Sound could travel at least a mile for sure
A noise fell on these deaf ears of mine
It was so hard to define
A bird or cat I did not know
So away I did go searching high and low
I followed each sound
Until I found
To my amaze, two small little ***** of fur
Hidden in a hollow, under a rock, calling in fear
Abandoned and scared
Calling for help, it appeared
In sympathy, I held them close
Their lament was for their mother who felt no morose, then said Adiós

So away I went
On two important tasks I was sent
One hour, two hours my heart did ponder
On two little bundles of fur
Did their mother hear their pleas?
As I drew nearer, I was not pleased
To hear their tiny voices
Shouting (Rending the air) for a mother who had made her choices
To never return to them
Even though they were such a gem

So I gathered them up, one light brown and grey, the other black
I would never look back
I raced to the store
Hoping to score
I found some milk
It was supposed to be smoother than silk

I brought them home for all to see
And what should come to be?
First one then the other
Everyone acted like they were these tiny kitten's mother.

But harsh is this world in which we live
First the brown and grey did take leave
Falling asleep in eternal bliss
Oh how comforting is death's kiss

The black kitty we nicknamed "The Fighter"
Oh how he loved to meander
Calling for his sister
Finally getting used to a fake Mother

The nights were cold
He'd snuggle under the blanket fold
Life is full of twists and turns
He must have felt concerns
That he was left all alone
To take on the unknown

He must have felt the need to return
To seek the caress of God's hand he did yearn
So with gentle yet breaking heart
I held him close as he took start
On a journey back he did depart
Oh how my heart did ache
For one so tender and meek
He showed me how to look at life
To Never give up in a world of strife
Always fight till you've given it your all
That is why we are to walk tall
For we all took part in the creation,
Of the Plan of Salvation

So I laid him down to rest
Next to his sister, it was for the best
Now in the arms of a loving Father
He will have to travel no farther.
He came for a moment for all to see
But now he rests upon God's gentle knee.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
May 2018

What are dreams?
Dreams are those innermost desires that are often locked away in our soul
They express themselves in the form of a dream, because at the heartstrings, they do fiercely pull
At the end of the night, we gently tuck them away
The wish for them to come true, often leads to dismay

The constant struggle between reality and our dream
Creates heartache so extreme
We fight back the tears
We implore God, “I've waited for so many years.”

My life I have lived
Work work work, this I haven't shirked
My body, I have torn in two
Another day I cannot redo

Yet each night my dream doth renew
It, my strength will always pursue
The intensity of reaching, stretching, yet still outside my outstretched fingers
Has got me nothing more than visual creases and unsightly long gray hairs

Why can't I ever obtain this, my one and only goal?
These many years of work have taken their toll!
Each day that quickly slips by
I ask myself this simple question, “Why?”

My heart and soul fill with anguish
This single desire, I do so solemnly cherish
It seems I'll never make my dream come true
This thought makes me feel terribly blue

I’ve dreamt about this so many times
That even my soul now puts my desires into rhymes
They cannot stay hidden for much longer
Their pull now is so much stronger

And thus it but seems
It was their only desire...to escape from the grasp of only being dreams
To rip each fiber apart, at the very seams


Written by:
Jason Cheney
January 2, 2021

I am the son of my father
And you'll need look no further

To see that I am from Idaho
The land of the potato

My hair is graying
My skin is tanning

I wear glasses to see
I have problems with my knee

I almost can not hear
It causes my eyes to tear

I love working with my hands
For I'm a worker of the lands

My heart is in horses
But life has a way of changing people's courses

I love to go hunting each year
Preferably for a deer

I love nature and the beauty all around
I prefer silence rather than sound

Alcohol I don't drink
Perhaps this is why I am healthier than most, I think

I don't use bad language
It causes me much anguish

I know people talk about me
But I really know the key

They don't like it when I shine
Because they only see me when I'm covered in grime

My face, my pants, my shirt
They're all covered with dirt

But my soul is clean
I try never to be mean

I need people's friendship
Because life is like a big ship

I reach port here and port there
I like places that have clean air

I do not smoke
I'm just an old cowpoke

I put my trust in all people
Because I believe life should be simple

I am who I am
I'll try never to get in a jam

I love to find long lost friends
Because in my life, I want only to break the barriers that will allow me to bend

To a life rich with friends
Which will allow me a joyous life that will never end.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
July 2019

Soy alto
Soy bajito
Soy fuerte
Soy debil
Soy poderoso
Soy manso
Estoy feliz
Estoy triste
Tengo sed de conocimiento
No estoy educado
Soy habilidoso
Estoy hambriento
Estoy entendiendo
Soy pensativo
Soy honesto
Estoy cansado
Soy jubilado
Soy rico
Soy pobre
Soy un ladrón
Soy vulnerable
Soy ingenuo
Soy un mentor
Soy un Capitán
Soy un hombre de negocios
Soy carpintero
Soy un granjero
Soy un ranchero
Soy un soldado
Soy un profesor
Soy un marido
Soy un padre
Soy una esposa
Soy madre
Soy un niño
Soy un hijo
Soy una hija
Soy un tio
Soy una tia
Soy una novia
Yo soy un novio
Estoy viejo
Estoy joven
Soy hermosa
Soy un hijo de Dios
Soy muchas cosas, pero sobre todo ...
Soy quien soy.

Escrito por Jason Cheney
Octubre de 2020

I am tall
I am short
I am strong
I am weak
I am powerful
I am meek
I am happy
I am sad
I am thirsty for knowledge
I am uneducated
I am skillful
I am hungry
I am understanding
I am thoughtful
I am honest
I am tired
I am retired
I am rich
I am poor
I am a thief
I am vulnerable
I am naive
I am a mentor
I am a Captain
I am a businessman
I am a carpenter
I am a farmer
I am a rancher
I am a soldier
I am a teacher
I am a husband
I am a father
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a child
I am a son
I am a daughter
I am an uncle
I am an aunt
I am a bride
I am a groom
I am old
I am young
I am beautiful
I am a child of God
I am many things, but most of all...
I am who I am.

Written by Jason Cheney
October 2020

It's the dead of night
My nerves strung extremely tight

4:30 a.m., I come awake with a start
I just hate life when at this hour my eyelids do part

My body aches, I need to relax
I'm so exhausted, my energy, this day will definitely tax

My brain cries out for needed relief
I hunger for sleep, I shout in disbelief

Why Again? when I desperately need to sleep
It doesn't work counting those naughty sheep

My mind races a million miles an hour
I might as well get up and go take a shower

But I continue to lie in bed
Sooo, I write this testy poem instead

Hoping that my eyelids will start to droop
Knowing in vain that my lost energy, I'll never recoup

An hour gone by
I angrily let out a tremendous sigh

Each tic toc of the clock doth ensue
Wistful dreams of sleep I'll not get to pursue

As the minutes and hours continue
My fond dreams of sleep now gone; flabbergasted, I know it's terribly true

Only a little while longer till I get up for work
My body hurts, but my job I cannot shirk

My wife's alarm clock goes off at 6
¡Oh fiddlesticks!

I guess my restless night is over
I wish it was just starting as I throw off my bedcovers  

Written by:
Jason Cheney
December 2, 2020

I often sit and ponder,
Of life and what's yonder.
Is Christ my loving Mediator?

Is there joy and beauty all around?
Yet in a simple sound,
God assures me that I too have been found.

He knows me inside out
He speaks to me, in my heart and out loud
His angels, me, have they encircled about

I know that He is constantly with me
Oftentimes, I feel that He has me upon His knee
He petitions all of us to but see

That He is our Savior and Our Redeemer
I but need kneel and ask Him in prayer
If He will stay, a moment longer with me here

I know that He lives
A ransom to all He gives
Such joy this sentence revives

My Savior, God to Thee
My heart and soul do both agree
That He is there for you, and yes, for me.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
November 2020 / January 2021

Hay momentos de angustia insoportable
Hay momentos de alegría indescriptible
Hay momentos en los que ni siquiera puedo respirar
Hay momentos de silenciosa desesperación
Hay momentos de ira ardiente
Hay momentos de desesperanza
Hay momentos de risa sin esfuerzo
Hay momentos de oración solemne
Hay momentos de confianza en Aquel que es más grande que todos nosotros
Hay momentos de amor profundo y duradero
Hay momentos en los que invoco sus tiernas misericordias
Hay momentos de dolor insoportable
Hay momentos de ver la luz al final del túnel
Hay momentos de saber que no me ha olvidado
Hay momentos de esperanza redentora
Hay momentos en los que canto con toda el alma
Y estos son los momentos en los que me vuelvo hacia Él, que es el más grande de todos.

Escrito por:
Jason Cheney
Fecha: 2 de abril de 2020

There are moments of unbearable anguish
There are moments of unspeakable joy
There are moments when I can't even breathe
There are moments of quiet despair
There are moments of smoldering anger
There are moments of hopelessness
There are moments of effortless laughter
There are moments of solemn prayer
There are moments of trusting in Him who is greater than us all
There are moments of deep abiding love
There are moments when I call upon His tender mercies
There are moments of excruciating pain
There are moments of seeing light at the end of the tunnel
There are moments of knowing that He has not forgotten me
There are moments of redeeming hope
There are moments when I sing with my whole soul
And these are the moments when I turn back to Him, who is the greatest of them all.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
Date: April 2, 2020

Of us, it has been required to walk a mile or two
Not by ourselves, but with Him and with you
There is beauty in serving our fellow man
To do everything possible for them, if we can

From our coat  
To our raiment
Though we give but one copper penny
For our sacrifices, our blessings will be many

Often we look far and wide
But those in the greatest need are often right by our side
No soul is to be left behind
I'm sure that Christ also has this goal in mind

I will give all to know thee
As I watched Christ place a child upon his knee
I stumble to my feet
From His baskets of fish and bread did I eat

With my eyes downcast
This beautiful memory of Him will forever last
My burden He took from me
Still, this life is not for free

I look upwards towards heaven
His love for me has He proven
Now I must continue my quest
Lord, I'll give it my all, yes even my very best

Within that mile have I found
The gentleness in the sound
Of His quiet, loving voice
He came to this world to give me free choice

I know not why He did all this for me
Lord, I am not even worthy of sitting next to thee
A Samaritan who showed me the path
My wounds thou didst bind, a debt which would soon amass

I see thy hand in my everyday life
As thou didst journey with me, I felt so alive
Lord, where wouldst thou have me go?
The wounds in thy hands and feet, me thou didst show

As thou didst walk a mile or two with me
My Lord, I didst not recognize thee
But within that mile, I learned that I too must do the same
For I am to give aid to all that are lame

Lord, my feet are weary
But I'll continue on, for I now see thy plan so clearly
I'll continue to raise the sufferer up
For tonight with you I'll sup

Though I am but a simple soul
My help thou didst enroll
I will seek to do Thy bidding
As I rise each and every morning

Written by:
Jason Cheney
January 2021

The Poet

How silent are the fluttering wings of a butterfly
My innermost thoughts quietly creep out in reply
Both soar to unreachable heights
Where Heaven and Earth unites

I see how delicately a poet writes
To bring savor to the reader’s palate as he or she recites
The passage of a poem that grasps at the heart
Their soul it doth transport

To find acceptance and understanding in that small verse
The heartstrings, it doth gently coerce
To flit and fly a happy little dance
Upon my thoughts, the poet’s words do merrily prance

To find acceptance and bring joy
In the lives of all, each to enjoy
The rise and fall of each delicate motion
It causes such emotion

The stroke of the pen to paper
Hopefully never to waiver
Thoughts and feelings set in stone
Hopes and dreams will definitely atone

For cherished memories of days long gone
Seeing that spark of remembrance begin to dawn
Upon their lips, a smile is born
Within the poet’s words, understanding and love is reborn

He knew the inner thoughts of my soul, You did exclaim
His magical poem found its roll, I proclaim
Heaven and Earth it took to unify
My hunger and thirst for happiness it did truly satisfy

Written by:
Jason Cheney
November 16, 2020

How welcoming is the night
Bed, you're such a beautiful sight
Each night I run to you with all my might
I can't wait to shut off the light

I throw back the covers and the sheet
The mattress and I do swiftly meet
Everyday, this event I do solemnly repeat
To lie upon you once more is such a treat

My wearied body just wants to sleep
This date tonight with you, I'll most definitely keep
Into a peaceful slumber I instantly take that leap
And honey, there you'll find me sound asleep.

Written by:
Jason Cheney
January 17, 2021