Stalking

Waiting with patience for the scent,
the cat sat there calm and intent.
Eyes focused and breathing content;
she did not wonder what this meant.

Alone in the dark, poised for the pounce
waiting for the prey to announce,
she did not care who would renounce.
For mercy brings a happy bounce.

Alertly she ponders her nought;
but does not organize her thought:
the universal truth is not sought,
health and wellness cannot be bought.

Life continues thanks to tussle.
Undisturbed by other’s bustle,
she knows not to move a muscle;
but ready for the slightest rustle.

She holds firmly death’s dissonance’
and then shared life’s ripe resonance.
Thus blessed by her natural stance
happily she dances the dance.

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Be

No good becomes it; “to be or not to be”
Before befallen belittles, be still

Behaving because besmirches benignity
Besides bemuses, beneath betrays
Befitting bewails belongs behind

Bewitched beheading befuddles bewilderment
Begin believing beyond betwixt
Behest begets being befriended

Behalf beseeching bestows beauty
Between beloved behold be loved
Bemoan bereavement, beckon bequeathing

Begonias blooming be begonia’s bloom
“Let it be,” and “all will be well”, – It’s all good

Service

The call to serve is simple:
“Do the will of the one who sends”

Submission stirs success.
Compliance creates concord.
Obedience grooms growth.
Deference defies discord.
Reverence requires rightness.

“Have confidence in your leaders
and submit to their authority,
for they keep watch over you…
Do this and their work is a joy, not a burden,
for that would be of no benefit to you”

“The self-willed person will say,
‘I will not serve,’ or
‘I will serve only so many times,’ or
‘I will serve only some time,
somewhere or so much.’ ”

Follow our will at our peril
‘our way or the highway’
leaves us on the side of the road
and no good can come of that
and destines us for the scrap heap.

Follow our heart and be happy
One and all, hand in hand
Leaves us all at the hallowed table
and only good comes of that
and destines us for graced blessings

The answer is simply this:
“With my whole-heart, I am all in.”

Lazarus

I’ve been here for a while.
There ain’t no way out,
I don’t see a way out.

There are always possibilities

There’s no sign of life.
It would seem I can’t get out,
I don’t see a way in.

Seize the moment, be the belief

This must be the end.
I’ll never hug again, never sleep again,
I don’t see any way at all

If you believe, you will see.

“Lazarus come out”

WIIFM (Inauguration Day

Regardless from behind the lectern,
He declares we will be great again

With a sharp tongue and bold promises,
he assures us he had the answers
and outlines a “wonderful” grand plan.

Regardless of treasured tradition,
he ignores intelligent pundits.
and ridicules the fourth estate.

Through his own admission of greatness,
and self-promotion of his success
he twitters his way into our lives

Regardless with abandon he demeans
the marginalized and handicapped,
and resonates with the “exurban”.

He cajoles we should follow his lead,
He demands we see with his eyes:
the golden rule is; what’s in it for me.

Regardless from his ivory tower,
declaration trumps diplomacy.

Rest Stop

The highway is an endless stream
of metal horses careening –
‘rode hard and put away wet’.

Detachment
stops and rest.
Quid pro quo
keeps going.

Mindfulness
keeps quiet.
Thoughtfulness
moves forward.

Heartfeltness
reflects truth.
Sincerity
never stops.

Trusting the dance of harmony,
I pull over on the roadside,
pausing to watch the grass grow.

Orphan

Years ago, my dad died, on his own terms, in his own way;
and, mom was left to live alone in her chair by herself.
She blamed him for her misery as the house fell apart.

We chose an assisted living close by and sold the homestead.
She was happy in her chair with the TV to keep her company.
Ailments worsened, though, and the doctor said she couldn’t stay.

So, she had to move; but, I did not want to warehouse her.
Alas, without space or time, it had to be a nursing home.
To compensate, my brothers and I visited more than before.

One morning it dawned on her she couldn’t go back,
she got upset and wagged her finger at me, “I was no good”.
“I had left her to die,” and, she demanded someone take her in.

There was no other way, though, and I for my part prepared.
The financier was gracious and the lawyer was kind.
She was not ready, though, and defiantly denied death.

Always a finicky eater of bland food, eventually,
the peanut butter and jelly with coffee diet
couldn’t sustain her, and she lost a lot of weight.

The long-suffering staff prudently suggested
that with sweet mercy hospice care be initiated.
With a new audience to hear her stories, mom rallied.

I broached the topic of dying with her gingerly.
Blind from dry eyes she stared at me and with a falsetto scream
let me know that death was for other people.

At my wits end, I was at a loss what to do,
and then accidentally I found the way in;
a rosary blessed by the Pope, we had brought back from Rome.

Obviously happy and with true fervor she clutched the beads.
With lips moving but without a voice, she said Hail Mary’s
“now and at the hour of our death” resonated with quivering.

For weeks, we did that every time I visited,
Hospice was called, and the family gathered for the Last Rite.
On my last visit she kissed me good-bye and said, “Thank you”.