Christmas Shopping?

Bereft of ideas
Searching for that perfect gift
That will give your treasured hearts
A flash of joy and lasting lift.

But what can give such boundless joy?
You’re surrounded by a thousand promises
Of heaven in a little box
Of what you’ve all been looking for

What gives a soul such fortitude,
To stand these torrents of harassed seekers,
And persist in your hopeless search,
For the key to a moment of family bliss?

Stand back from the stream,
See the madness of it all.
A present is too easy;
A well-lived life is a worthier call.

To be a good father, husband, friend
A faithful wife, mother, sibling or child.
And every day, not just once a year,
What is the point of appearances?

Give me reality and make it better.
Acknowledge a problem and work to resolve it.
Comfort the lonely, be there for a friend,
Celebrate small victories, yet

See life through to the end.

Debt

*author’s note, when reading this, use the three-syllable variant pronunciation of ‘cruelly’ and ‘clearly’, i.e. say them with a bit of a flourish. Also, this is another old one, written before the financial crisis started.

Debt

Deeper in debt than I ever hoped to be;
Promises forgotten or retracted cruelly.
My own words used against me
And twisted full of spite;
No sign of dawn approaching
On this terrifying night.

My creditor approaches with documents in hand;
As fear engulfs my trembling heart I lose the strength to stand.
Falling down upon my knees I plead against all hope
For mercy or another day to climb this deadly slope.

“Enough!” He says, holding the deed up high for all to see.
“No more delays, the sum is due, it’s all here clearly.
The time has come to end this,” he grins with childish glee,
Then tears the paper into shreds and suddenly I’m… free?

Seven Years

Seven years we have been one,
And what has come of that?
Three boys, two fish, one house, one car,
One temporary cat.

But most of all, my precious one,
A love that’s built to last.
A love that’s conquered all the pain
And heartbreak in our past

I would another fifty years
Or longer that you stayed
Until the call of heaven can
No longer be delayed

Whatever hurts you hurts me more
When sorrow clouds your eyes
Your victories and joys, my love
Are my most treasured prize

Let the cords that bind us
Be always strong and true
Let not my selfish pride destroy
The wonder that is you.

Youngest

How could this fount of sweetness
Have found its source in me?
Where did such beauty come from
That shines so radiantly?

What miracle could cause this life
That blesses all it meets
And melts my heart with one big smile
When asking, “Daddy, please”?

What zest for life, what willingness
To lend a helping hand;
Let him inspire me each new day
To make a righteous stand.

*Author’s note – this is another older one, the boy referred to here is no longer my youngest. He is still very sweet most of the time though 🙂

A Little Boy’s Perspective

Each new day is a voyage of discovery;
Each answered question is a step along the way
To revealing a great pattern
That when fully understood
Will unlock another mystery of life.

So do not be surprised
That my questions never seem to end;
It’s all part of my grand investigation.
So many things to learn,
So many facts and principles
That will help me to live life to the full.

Corrupt

How much to buy your very soul?
What price your honour earned?
What should be paid for your true love
To be forever turned?

What price your faith and principles?
How much to sell a lie?
What’s the going rate to be full of hate
To go to jail or die?

Who sets the market price for vice?
Who runs that stock exchange?
What comfort will those treasures be
When you’re exposed and shamed?

Forgive my unambitious plan
To choose a simpler way,
Where faithfulness and honesty
Are not for sale today.

Hero

A small town groans and suffers
Corrupt and full of strife
Where evil reigns and smothers
All hope and joys of life.

Then came along a wandering fire
To cleanse the streets of sin
His fearsome features stained with mire
Yet still was welcomed in.

Great struggles raged and shook the homes
Of monsters calm and proud
Who limped away with broken bones
Defeated, weak and cowed.

And when the work was done they asked
Him to stay on a while
To teach them to perform the task
And face the coming trial.

With bravery renewed they meet
To bid their guest farewell
And thank him for his mighty feat
To end their living hell.

They don’t now need one hero
For all must do their part;
Now all have seen and all now know
They need a whole new start.

Forest

Strolling through the undergrowth
Drenched with pure sweet air
Rejoicing in life’s affluence
And jewels here and there.

Such unashamed magnificence
Such strength and graceful lines
Enduring generosity
To bless these sacred times

How to approach such bounty
And manage this resource?
Take the time to learn its ways
And understand its source.

To My Wife

You keep telling me you’re ugly,
It simply isn’t true;
So much majestic beauty shines
From deep inside of you.

Your voice is such sweet music
An enchanting melody,
Your laugh the rousing chorus
Of your spirit’s symphony.

Your eyes have such a sparkle
When they light upon my face.
I draw you close, invite you in
To my most private space.

When your tears slice right through me
And tear into my heart,
I long to listen, hold and comfort you
‘Til you’re whole in every part.

My heart is fully open
To you and you alone
All I was and am and will be
All I have is yours to own.

It is such a wondrous blessing
To have you in my life
It would all be so much poorer
Without you, my precious wife.

*Author’s note – this is an old poem, and the first line no longer applies, she doesn’t do that anymore. Success!

My Child

Your smile can lift my darkest day,
Your pain is too great for me to bear.
Your victories will stay with me forever,
Your sorrow is something I must share

Your thoughts are my inspiration,
My anger can never last for long.
Your progress brings me such delight,
I love to watch you growing strong.

Your questions sometimes drive me crazy,
Others are a pleasure to discuss.
Still others I long to hear you raise,
When you’re ready for the wisdom I entrust.

Times with you are such precious moments,
Even when things sometimes do go wrong.
I know they cannot last forever,
One day I will have to send you on.

I never want to say goodbye forever,
Though I know you have your life to live.
Stay strong, remember what I taught you,
And always have love enough to give.

When trouble comes, know that I’m here for you.
No matter what, there’s room here by my side.
My arms will always be held open
For you, my dear beloved child.