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