Witty

A friend found several witty sections

In my book, and hoped that they were mine,

And not simply a quote from an original source.

I think we should assume that all the wittiness was mine.

Always Behind

Whiny Caleb, grieving his lost vacation.

Joe, ill far more often than he should be.

Isaiah, so touchy when someone laughs.

Not to mention the various relatives

And friends who I do want to help.

I cannot catch up.

A Dark Place

Small wrong things had stacked up,

Until by days’ end I was gasping,

And the thought crossed my mind,

“I wish I were dead.”

There have been seasons 

Where that was my refrain,

But so unexpected was that now,

It unsettled me.

Are the demons of the past

Always lurking?

Trampoline

When my sick son 

Finally ate,

And all the brothers left,

We headed to the trampoline

For bouncy reading practice

In the last rays 

Of a dying day.

Steward

Frederick Buechner 

Told his story.

A man said,

“You’ve stewarded 

Your pain

Well.”

Tears

Listening to Psalms as I drove to church,

Tears flowed.

Singing during service,

Tears flowed.

My precious friend,

Abandoned.

Surprising

In a month where I spent about 

One thousand dollars less on food than normal,

Where almost all my wishes were put on a wish list,

And only necessities (and a few treats for a trip) bought,

We didn’t have nearly as much money left as I would have expected.