Category Archives: Poems and Plays
We Sat On The Beach
We sat on the beach today, my wife and I. 
Just went for a drive and wound up there.
No rushing traffic today, we needed air.
We faced the water, safely in front of the rushing tide.
A steady ocean breeze blew through the windows.
No concrete towers or wires overhead.
Waves and fluffy clouds overhead, white and spots of black with a little red from a sleepy sun. Just following one another silently, making their own lanes.
No rushing cars or moving people.
Birds ran along the sand. Pelicans flew low between long rolling waves. Gulls patrolled looking for dinner.
Crabs scurried in and out of their holes and jellyfish wash silently on shore.
No traffic noise or engine sounds or radios extra loud.
We talked and laughed, while waves roared ashore.
Our busy time was behind us, we faced a busy sea.
No red lights or flashing numbers.
Waves rolled at their pace, moving up the sand, changing colors with passing clouds while the light slipped lower.
Shadows inching across the sand covering the dunes decorated in yellow flowers.
No horns or tire noise pushing cars.
A quiet sound the waves provided, the sort that God can be heard through when He whispers to your ears.
Another drive, home this time but better than before; fresh and ready, until the next time.
For Moore
Storms change things cleaning away the past and redirecting the future.
Bad storms, like tornadoes and floods, destroy and take precious
things from us, some more precious than others.
But when things of the past are gone your dreams can still be found. They are yours and you alone change them.
Hope was not carried off in the wind and water. So if yours has been misplaced find Jesus, He has plenty and He shares.
Morning Minutes
“A good night’s sleep” or “a toss and turn” they always start.
Why that noise?
Morning minutes start counting down.
Too few
Too quick
COFFEE but Keurig is blinking.
Shower
What to wear?
Morning minutes fewer now!
Quiet time – Ya right!
Much to think about.
Where is my phone?
What gets done today?
The drive is waiting.
More morning minutes tomorrow.
Empty – a Tribute to Hopper
- The dish is full

- His place is as it was
- But that hole will be forever empty
- It was free when we found it at our door, he has found freedom again
- It blessed our lives and we his and now to wish it well
- No more coming to our call or its run around the yard
- For he made the hole and it is empty
- Instead of wondering what we did, remember the little things
- Let it go through the empty hole
This is the 10th anniversary of our little rabbit.