Posted by: Lisa | December 13, 2016


The inevitable
endless evenings —
we perched ourselves
on the overstuffed
furniture in front
of the television —
stretched months
into years. Yes —
we proudly built
perfected mediocrity.

Posted by: John | December 8, 2016

The Writing on the Wall

The boring board meeting drug on
and drug on and drug on.
People wondered when the power point
presentation would EVER end.
Suddenly a loud clap of  thunder
sounded and the whole room went dark
except for the screen which read:
When the lights came on again
the presenter was nowhere to be found.

Posted by: Lisa | December 3, 2016

God’s Time

What time is it? God’s time!
What do I do? God’s work!

Posted by: Lisa | November 26, 2016

Your Kiss

“Better is one day in Your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper
in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.”
(Psalm 84:10)

Powerful glimpses of beautiful creation
from God’s intention and view,
but then winding, rocky paths gouged
by human minds and hands.
A moment of intense ecstasy at night
means daytime dirt seems a bit cleaner.
Yes, a tiny kiss of God is infinitely
more delicious than anything else.

Posted by: John | November 17, 2016


I’ve always accepted life as a challenge.
Like a balance posture in yoga.

Posted by: John | October 20, 2016


In the hour of my awakening
there are thoughts I cannot capture
tickling my brain.

Posted by: John | October 19, 2016

At Rest

Here I am at rest in my nest:
No more quests.
Did I do my best?

Posted by: John | October 6, 2016

Driving Johnny

I’ve always said that when you start feeling sorry for yourself, you should find someone in worse shape than you and help them in some way. To that end I volunteered with “Lee’s Friends” to drive cancer patients to and from their treatments. That’s how I met Johnny. He is terminally ill – with only a few months to live. Witnessing his suffering, I remembered my own mother, dying of cancer repeating: “Why doesn’t someone just get a gun and shoot me.”

Right or wrong, cancer is a big business. Looking  at my calendar I see I was driving Johnny at the first of this year. They decided to attempt some experimental treatment on Johnny. So for two weeks I drove him every day to and from his treatments. On Monday he would see his doctors. Other days he would just have chemo. Since I’m completely retired now, thanks to the loss of my hearing, driving Johnny became my job. My day is complete when I drive Johnny. And regardless of how difficult my own life is at the moment, at least I’m not dying of cancer.

This past Monday, Johnny was told the experiment wasn’t working. He would probably die on time as predicted. For some reason, this news was a bigger bump in my road than I expected. But I knew he was dying when I first started driving him. We became closer the more I drove him. I often ask him to “help me drive” by watching for traffic and making sure I’m driving where I should be. He always smiles when I ask him this.

So what do I do now? I continue driving him when he needs a ride, maybe just sit with him. We’re both Dallas Cowboys fans. We may watch a game together.

I also have another cancer patient I drive regularly and others occasionally. Driving them has become the most rewarding volunteer work I’ve ever done. I’ve never heard Johnny or any of the other patients complain. They’ve taught me about gratitude, simplicity, and living in the moment. The future is never guaranteed.

Posted by: John | October 2, 2016


Figments like floaters drift across my open mind.
There has to be a reason of some kind,
something worthy to find.

Posted by: Lisa | September 25, 2016


The huge orb weaver spider
sits spinning and spinning
on the front porch railing
reminding me of Halloween.
She might explode just waiting
and eating all the bugs
that come to her on the breeze.
Such drama differs from my life:
Maybe I’ll switch places with her
and transcend being unseen.

* written with John


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