Drifting

 

 

 

Drifting

 

I want to drift upon the snow awhile,

Fancied away,

Where thoughts mingle,

With nothing more than shadow and light,

Where a thousand million stars have fallen,

Glittering in the sunlight,

Reflecting joy,

Deflecting doubt,

Collecting all of the beauty,

Which nature has in store,

Which nature can restore,

Within the eye, the soul and mind,

It helps to remind,

Me,

Of being a child,

Again,

Never lost,

Never forgotten,

Never alone,

Only tucked away,

Sitting in a bedroom,

Gazing,

Smiling,

And, dreaming,

About my windowed world,

Which,

Once again,

Has been captured,

In a drift!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 29, 2021

In the Stillness of the Night

 

In the Stillness of the Night

 

In the stillness of the night,

The vast,

Seemingly endless night,

Eyes wide open,

Discerning,

The discernible,

And, the indiscernible,

When I view the whole,

When I have read,

When I have listened,

Not to myself,

No, no, no,

To others,

All others,

The discernible,

And, the indiscernible,

The world makes sense,

The world comes together,

The world is at peace,

In,

Through,

And, by,

The Kingdom of God,

And, how do I know this,

There is a fault line,

There is limitation,

There is a yearning to create,

That which was not made by man,

Nor, which man can make,

Man cannot reach far enough beyond himself,

Man cannot reach far enough inside himself,

To find his true self,

It is only through grace,

And, there is truly only One,

One,

One who can give us that grace,

One who can save us,

Jesus Christ,

A Lord for all,

Those who will receive him,

And, those who have received,

Perceive,

Glimpses,

Of beauty, which available,

Of peace, which surpasses understanding,

Of love,

True love,

Unforced,

And, undemanding,

Pure love,

Which can only come,

From, God!

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 13, 2021

 

Tornadoes Gather Hurricanes

 

Tornadoes Gather Hurricanes

 

Tornadoes gather hurricanes,

A nation in its birthing pains,

And, all are heirs of this birthright,

Who dare to yell and scream and fight.

 

With petulance enough to tear,

Is threat of war enough to bear,

What civil thread can tie us now,

Is there some truth that would bow.

 

Try patience and humility,

Compassion laced with charity,

But, not with those with whom we pride,

Reach only toward the other side.

 

Dear God, it’s time to swallow tongues,

Keep words of blame trapped in our lungs,

To love our enemies as friends,

And, open ears toward better ends.

 

For only love can save us sure,

With prayers to God to make us pure-

In our intents to heal our land,

We must extend a loving hand.

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 7, 2021

Twenty-Twenty-One

 

Twenty-Twenty-One

 

Two thousand years and twenty-one,

We hope ‘twill be a bit more fun,

I promise not to be too proud,

Nor ring this New Year in too loud.

 

I feel for those who have to say,

My lungs have always been this way,

For we have learned one little cough,

Can really turn some people off.

 

Now, I’m hard-wired to see bright sides,

Rare down too long what e’re abides,

My cooking’s bad, but I don’t whine,

Our dog quit begging when we dine.

 

I like my home, yet I do prize,

The grocery store, my exercise,

My social life is never flat,

I know each clerk, we stop and chat.

 

We’ve learned to live a slower pace,

It does not have to be a race,

I have a wife, whom I adore,

I treasure that I see her more.

 

Now, as the New Year ushers in,

I pray for God to be within,

To help a neighbor when in need,

And, thank our God for all, indeed!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 1, 2021