Week with the Grandsons

Week with the Grandsons

Bundled in their blankets in the basement half asleep,

Watching cartoons quietly they hardly make a peep,

Grandpa, Grandma upstairs making breakfast just like bees;

Soon the house will bustle with the day’s activities.

Grandpa goes to work as Grandma fixes all the beds,

Boys are getting dressed right now then Grandma combs their heads,

Off to pool or park to play to blow off all the steam,

Grandma keeps her schedule tight as coach for any team.

Each night the family’s reunited for the evening fun,

This week they all have VBS so off to church they run,

To learn how God takes care of us; how Jesus loves us all,

And, home again; get P.J.’s on as in to bed they fall.

The week has flown so quickly boys are back in parents care,

They chatter ‘bout all they have done as they went here and there,

And, Grandpa, Grandma sit upon the quiet porch and miss,

The constant joy they had this week, and smile and reminisce.

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 30, 2019

Crack Me Up

Crack Me Up

I woke up at the crack of dawn,

I cracked my eyes,

It cracked me up,

 (I giggled),

Last night,

I was watching baseball,

Before I closed my eyes,

They were cracking their bats,

As I was eating Cracker Jack,

Makes me hungry,

I think I will crack a few eggs,

Keeps me sharp,

I don’t want to fall between the cracks,

Especially if someone is cracking the whip,

Now, I’m getting silly,

It cracks me up!

Ha-Ha-Ha!

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 20, 2019

Captured

Captured

Caught in the rain,

First time in a long, long time,

Standing beneath an umbrella tree,

Rain, rain, rain,

Constant,

Not pouring,

Steady and sure,

Enough to form streams in the path,

Gathering in low spots,

Little pools dancing with every drop,

Woods dampening into their deepest, darker hues,

A sense of solace,

More than solitude,

Part of,

Invited,

Welcome,

No need to hurry in escape,

A fondness in feeling,

A freedom found,

I want it to last,

I want to stay,

Captured in this moment,

If only for a while longer,

Blessed,

Within the blessing of this day,

Let it rain,

Let it rain!

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 15, 2019

Love Will Lead Me

Love Will Lead Me

Unsavoriness what hate within me lies,

Through Christ alone his grace it surely dies,

The will of God may it alone survive,

Til the love of God prevails in me alive.

When enemies surround and storm the door,

I turn to Him, the One whom I adore,

All troubles I can lay at Jesus feet,

And, through His grace all doubt he will defeat.

Now, daily I must turn to Holy Word,

(Though others in the world may find absurd),

It’s only through its reading; every line,

That I can hear the Will of God divine.

Now, surely Love is all that you design,

Oh, surely Love through grace you will refine,

Oh, surely Love empowers a brighter way,

And, surely Love will lead me every day!

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 11, 2019