The Mystery

The Mystery

Above the great and rocky climb,

Above the trees and snow sublime,

Beyond the clouds and bluest mist,

Beyond the stars which now exist.

Now turning, turning inward bound,

From fauna; flora each profound,

A mix; yet carbon chemistry,

Unbind, unbind the mystery.

So many live in darkness here,

I don’t know why they live in fear,

Is age of reason a way out?

Each manmade logic leads to doubt.

New day I thank my God for life,

For grace, for love, and even strife,

I’ve walked thus far with pain filled joints,

I leap in joy for Christ anoints!

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 30, 2014

Holding Hands

Holding Hands

That jump,

That thrill of not knowing,

Yet knowing, too,

Will she take your hand?

Fingers flailing forward,

Fumbling,

Senses pulsing,

Proprioceptors,

Location nerves knowing-

Where her finger tips are,

The tease,

That light touch and withdrawal,

The move to touch,

A quick move away,

Yet, not too long to touch again,

Two minds reeling,

Universes colliding,

Universes collapsing,

I am independent,

I want this,

I want her,

More importantly,

She seems to want me, too,

Fingers meld,

Hands held,

Facing forward,

Neither accepting,

Neither rejecting,

A relationship,

Which began,

Long before,

Eons before,

Our fingers touched.

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 24, 2014

Raindrops in a Wishing Well

Raindrops in a Wishing Well

Raindrops in a wishing well,

Silvered coins upon it fell,

Blend with copper far below,

Souls of every want we know.

Raindrops in this brighter day,

Upon wishing well they play,

Wishes on the water blue,

Wishes may they all come true!

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 24, 2014

A Brand New Stew

A Brand New Stew

Today I made a brand new stew,

When I began I had no clue,

The recipe just grew and grew,

A pound of beef; no let’s have two,

I’ll chop some onion through and through,

Fresh mushrooms quarter’d; right on cue,

Peeled fresh tomato in it flew,

Some milk and butter from our “moo”,

And, flour to thicken up the goo,

Paprika, garlic salt I threw,

Some pasta now was all but due,

I stirred it all into the brew,

The mixture took a savory hue,

A final taste with spoon I drew,

Wah-Wah, Wah-Whee, and, Yes! Whoo-Whoo!

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 17, 2014