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Signed to my Sister Chickie
When first we met, you looked so small
coming into this cold, cruel world
I thought you such a cutie, big brother's little pearl.
I cuddled you close all the time
talked in woe-woe too.
Put up with your silly dolls
and saw you through a flu.
When we were kids, we use to dream
and play games all day long.
I use to tell you stories, you use to sing me songs.
We had a world, just you and me
the size of Joey's room,
wherein our silly stories
would sail us to the moon.
Remember the day we spent in bed
watching my brand new tv?
Ouch! Remember the time you cut your leg
from your ankle to your knee?
And every time I left your side
a gift I'd carry back
I wondered where you hid those toys
you must have quite a sack!
So long ago and far away
but we will never forget
for you and I are never apart
since the very first moment we met.
What
gifts have we bestowed upon ourselves now?
What
desires have wecreated in our minds and how?
Where
are the original gifts?
"No
answers today for such childish questions!" my teacher said.
"Nonsense
like that is buried and now dead,
but
you you have apoint there."
Why
do people close their ears?
Perhaps
because they desire never to hear?
Perhaps
the trouble is between the ears.
A Church Description
Again the rain washed the brick wall around the old church.
It wiped the marble headstones upon which surnames perched.
It lifted the dirt from the chapel's roof of this old church.
The rain fell upon the ground and upon the stony wall.
The the water sank and puddled unti it finished its daily fall.
And while it fell ir saw no one watch its usual crawl.
Ring the bell o' spirit within and ring it aloud.
Sing to God and beckon to the world and all its crowd.
Will no one come to the house of prayer and sing aloud?
Lord God, Creator Almighty, look down upon your home.
Try to find your many lost sheep who have left to roam.
Cry to your children to see the light and turn to their true home.
No eyes gazed upon the rain, not even from within the church.
No one was there to catch the rain except a country church.
Only a brick wall and marble headstones and an old country church. |
