The New Year

The New Year

 

I celebrate life,

Prayers for those who cling to life,

The older I become,

Less numb, to those afflicted,

They are my contemporaries,

My adversaries,

Become less adversary,

More friends,

I wish to love more,

This year,

I wish to pray more,

This year,

I wish to give more,

This year,

I wish to change-

Wishes to realities,

Whether you are a believer,

Or non-believer,

(And, if a non-believer I could rattle your cage)

But, we ALL believe,

In what Jesus believed,

And, He believed in,

LOVE!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 1, 2014

Imagine Red

 

Imagine Red

 

It’s always red,

Our evening walks by rivers edge,

A softer red upon the water,

Ripples turn the reds to rose

And as the sunset grows,

Full glory fills the sky,

A blaze of ruby reds-

Amidst black onyx clouds,

Wild ebony below,

Spikes of grasses, and treed horizons-

Pierce the sanguine sky,

And, you and I are home,

Passionate red,

Hearts aflame,

Imagine Red,

Tonight,

My Love.

 Peter Lowell Paulson

December 31, 2013



Grandparent and Grandchild

 

Grandparent and Grandchild

A baby girl in fur,

Not fur, really,

A Santa’s red cap and the white cotton fluffy roll,

She has made it into the world of cute,

She may be the next president of the country,

Or any company,

Who cares at this moment?

Because, right now, cute applies,

A baby boy his toes engaging a step-

Too soon maybe,

One soft drop,

A plop upon a diapered bottom,

And, claps and cheers from his parents,

Grandparents travel miles,

To see these little smiles,

The little wins,

A development,

A trial shared,

The soft and tender hugs,

The cries of despair when nighttime nears,

The laughter shared,

“Grandpa and Grandma have to go ‘nigh-night’, too!”

Each grandchild smiles,

They know that on some level,

Grandparent and grandchild are equals.

Smile!

 Peter Lowell Paulson

December 29, 2013

Heaven

 

As I awoke my head above the foam,

My arms all flailing; terrified and scared,

My Grandpa took my hand, and his eyes glared,

“You’re safe with me, and I will take you home.”

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 18, 2013



 

You

Yes, you,

I married you,

You married me,

Fun as kids, and we were kids,

Walks down to the pond,

Walks on every country lane,

Talking, talking, talking,

We’ve never stopped talking,

Even though you are quiet,

You talk a lot to me,

That always makes me smile,

About Everything, God and Universe,

Biology, Chemistry,

Mathematics, Piano, Cinema, and Us,

Naughty stuff, of course,

Drawn within, important, but for us only,

Children, Two Boys, a Girl,

A tree of life

Continued,

Merry Christmas!

I love you,

Sweetheart!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 17, 2013



 

Remember this beyond all else

 

Remember this beyond all else,

We know little else beyond what we are told,

Or what we read, and experience,

Small slights; and big slights,

Waves and breakers

Alter courses of our little boats,

Capsized and drowning,

Picked up (Hopefully),

By the big steamers,

Going in opposite directions,

And, I hope to God,

Like Earth,

It is a BIG circle,

Then we will,

One day,

Collide into the same conclusion…

Serious and sober,

Comical and farcical,

Combined into a wondrous,

Peace.

Until then that point must be God,

My hope is that the answer is not nothing (‘anything’, as Mrs. Wright would say),

And, Mrs. Wright WAS always right,

A double negative by anyone’s definition is wrong,

So God,

So GOD,

And, for now,

I thank you God!
 

 Peter Lowell Paulson

December 16, 2013

 

PS  Mrs. Marcia Wright was my English Literature teacher in High School.  She taught all of us to write correctly.  She would give us a quiz every day on our assignment from the previous day.  She would give us an “F” on our written test in we ever put a comma in the wrong place.  I received an “A” in both semesters!  Mrs. Wright is a friend to this day!

Old Santa brought a bag of goodies to the kids at church,

The pastor brought perspective about St. Nick and our search-

For the Christ child received such gifts from three kings wandering,

Their modern day, our prophecy; about a foretold King.

 

Today no one has touched the hem of Him who leads us now,

Our Christmas tree the ornaments and lights before Him bow,

Round ornaments upon the tree remind us of the earth,

And, of the love of God and Christ who loved us from his birth.

 

Each string of lights; these star-like lights from tree top to the base,

Will draw us in to lose our sin, and former life erase,

Yet, at the very top an angel or a star we see,

Just pray this Christmas to our Christ; forgiveness you will see.

 

 We are the creatures here on earth; we try to be profound,

All reason and all logic leave us on unsettled ground,

ear Christ, who wrote the book of love please capture us once more,

With strength of mind and heart and soul to Heaven we will soar!

 

 

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 16, 2013



Christmas Snow

Oh, it’s alright to say (I know),

I love to see a Christmas snow,

One holiday a glorious white,

A Christ was born to bring this light.

On every branch in forest dark,

Most green leaves gone; so drear and stark,

Midwinter snows; all natures strives,

Burst forth the BEST hope in our lives!

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 14, 2013

My Best Christmas 
 

My best Christmas,

My Uncle and Aunt,

Uncle Charlie and Aunt Marian,

Drew me,

And, I am forever drawn to them,

They gave me,

One Hundred games,

Three boards,

Checkers,

Chess,

Parcheesi,

Road Races,

Dices,

Little playing pieces,

Three boards,

Reversible,

Wow!

“Come play one game with me”,

Like a child,

Uncle Charlie did,

One game,

Two games,

Three games and more!

“How do you play checkers?”

“How do you play Chess?”

Uncle Charlie, said, “The Castle goes on the end,”

“The pawn moves forward one square,”

And, Mom and Dad say,

“It’s time for bed”,

To this day,

I love my Uncle Charlie,

At Christmastime!

And, for a Life time!
 

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 9, 2013

All Life is Supposition

All Life is Supposition

 

 

 All life is supposition in our mind,

We are drawn in two directions,

Both are faith driven,

One side believes…

Oh wait,

That it is not,

But, it is,

Science finds sources for healing,

But, it is the body that heals,

But, who or what directs the healing,

Beyond the medicament,

Is it you?

Is it me?

Chance,

God,

In the end,

We don’t get to choose,

That is the tough spot for both sides,

And, yet,

Purpose,

Meaning,

Love,

Is not random,

It is intelligent,

Beyond Human,

It is God.

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 8, 2013

 

Holiday Tree 

Each “holiday” tree that will carry a star,

Reminds us again of babe born afar,

If this poem makes them throw every star off the tree,

Then each twinkling bright light is the star that we see! 

If the “lights” turn them off, and they rip them off clean,

And, get down to the branches so barren and green,

Then as light is reflected, and every leaf gleams,

Oh, we see the bright star, and the one who redeems! 

You can’t make us run, No, you can’t make us hide,

We were dragged before lions as food for the pride,

The depth of the star that shined long, long ago,

A truth made for you, and a truth you could know! 

Peter Lowell Paulson

December 2, 2013