Choirs

Chores

Life is fun; it never bores,
For it’s filled with countless chores,
Clean the cat box, vac the rugs,
Rid the basement of its bugs.

Laundry forces one to think,
Lest you turn her white blouse pink,
Lint drawer clean, and clothes so dry,
Folded piles up to the sky.

Grocery store; the endless run,
Mealtime work is never done,
Peel and chop and make the grub,
Rinse the plates, and scrub, scrub, scrub.

Polish, cleaner, rags a must,
Objects rid of dingy dust,
Tables, chairs look like they’re new,
Don’t forget the lampshades, too.

Windows are another thing,
Thoroughness in fall and spring,
We leave untouched; we ne’er disdain,
The grandkids’ prints on window pane!

Peter Lowell Paulson
December 22, 2016

Wedding Day

Wedding Day

We travel through the waves and wafts of white and shifting snow,
A wedding where we meet the groom and of the bride we know,
A group of friends, cathedral bound, will gather there to view,
Before our Christ and witnesses the words professed, “I do”.

Now parents tear remembering their little girl now,
Their babe in white and ribbon smiles is all grown up somehow,
The tall and handsome groom he takes his hands and gently holds-
Her hands in his; they’re facing now new life as it unfolds.

Peter Lowell Paulson
December 16, 2016
In dedication to a wedding of our dear friends’ daughter

The Waterfall

The Waterfall

I’m happy,

I set my eyes upon the stream,

The waterfall,

White towers in majestic columns fall,

Upon the glassy plane below,

And, explode in frothy roar,

I’m bereft of doubt,

Bereft of fear,

Bereft of sorrow,

I am filled,

To the brim,

With wonder,

Awe,

Inexplicable joy,

And, amazed beyond imagination,

I’m happy,

I’m happy!

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 27, 2016

Grand Children’s Song

Grand Children’s Song

Spiderman, and learning chess,

Diapers in the corner mess,

Girls in dresses brightly worn,

Boys their hair so neatly shorn.

Holidays the fam’ly fold,

Baby days; the stories told,

Laughter through the dinner din,

Hearts ablaze with love within.

Movies, games and popcorn pops,

Puzzles built on tabletops,

Antsy pants and family walks,

World anew with children talks.

Sun now set and all sublime,

Shampoo bath and jammie time,

Kisses; hugs as Grandma hums,

“We’ll see you when the morning comes!”

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 25, 2016

Lord, Let Me Love

Lord, Let Me Love

Nothing more,

Nothing greater than love,

That you bestowed to me,

And, I,

Am called to do for others,

What you, in grace, gave,

Help me today,

Strengthen me today,

Toward that aim,

To walk the right path,

In truth,

Without rancor,

Without shame of past,

Without want for praise,

And, without fear,

Let me love, Dear Lord,

Let me love,

I trust in You,

The One,

The Only,

True and holy,

Source,

Of Love.

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 10, 2016

Resaon

Reason

What is so modern, so modern today,

That I place my evil on shelf far away,

Contemporized thought from a modernized man,

And, delve into reason the best that I can.

Indulge every sense ‘til I’m senseless within,

Remove from the lexicon obsolete “sin”,

So my inner child is now free from all doubt,

And, all thanks to reason; I’ve reasoned it out.

If reason gets cloudy, or fuzzy or blurred,

There must be a reason that this has occurred,

For “evil” and “good” are the puzzlers I see,

But, I’ve reasoned “evil” from the depths of me!

If “evil” exists from within then I look,

From modern to ancient, I search every book,

There’s reason the Bible exists still today,

Christ lives and forgives for what I shelved away!

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 19, 2016

Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

Slept in today,

5 a.m.

Free as a bird,

High as a kite,

Saturday’s work done yesterday,

We’re free girl,

You and me,

What’ll be,

Anticipation and possibility,

Best “drugs” on the market,

These days,

Coffee on the porch swing,

Road trip to who knows where,

Lunch at some exotic burger joint,

Ten dollars extra for the fancy name,

We won’t care,

We’ll giggle about it though,

You and me,

Road walks,

Long talks,

Hands clasped,

Side glances,

Romances,

Meeting in the middle,

Meeting in the middle,

Got any plans today, Sweetie?

Cup of coffee on the porch swing?

Peter Lowell Paulson

September 30, 2016