Monday, January 23, 2017

Only Love



Only Love

Where is love,
It is in God the source of it,
If love is expressed,
Then God is in us,
Love’s expression manifests itself,
In love to others,
To those who hate and despise,
Love is the only answer,
To evil,
To sin,
To despair,
It is in forgiving,
That we are forgiven,
Love is what cures,
Love is what remains,
Love is what endures,
A heart filled with love,
Is pleasing to God,
Only love,
Only love!

Peter Lowell Paulson
January 23, 2017

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Rainy Winter Scene



Rainy Winter Scene


Confluence of light,
Gathered on puddled rain,
Dark shadows,
Absorbing as much as night will allow,
Its night’s morning time,
It holds every power,
Tenacious in capacity,
Unyielding,
Voracious,
Still fomenting light pursues its dark captor,
And, dances,
In rippled delight,
It holds me, too,
This light,
I love this time of night morning,
Especially in the rainy cold of winter,
It frees my soul,
Light will win the battle,
Darkness pervades,
But, it forgets,
It forgets that,
Light brings life,
Light brings laughter,
And,
Light brings love!

Peter Lowell Paulson
January 12, 2017



Sunday, January 1, 2017

New Year's Day



New Year’s Day

Upon the New Year’s dawning day,
Afresh before the morning sun,
Afore the cusp of morning ray-
Descends; I face the New Year’s run.

Just now the morn’s all rosy bloom,
Diffuses through the leafless tree,
I see each bud’s potential loom,
In spring will burst in grandeur; Free!

And free I’ll run as God permits,
The course uncharted fore me now,
And, ask the Lord as heart commits,
To serve as inner strengths allow.

I thank you, Lord, for everything,
Each gift I’m undeserv-ed of,
And, on this New Year’s Day I sing,
All praise for Your enduring love!

Peter Lowell Paulson
January 1, 2017

Thursday, December 22, 2016

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

Friday, December 16, 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

Sunday, November 27, 2016

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

Friday, November 25, 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