By Chance

“The more i practice,
the luckier I get.” (Arnold Palmer)

I asked Her “Where am I,
I feel lost and asea?”
She did not answer –
I did not feel at home.

So, I said, “Here I am,
I am, who I am”
Now, She answered
and made me happy

I asked Her, “what’s up,
this is not going to plan?”
She did not answer –
I did not feel helped

So I said, “I get it,
there is no plan.”
Now, She answered
and gave me harmony

“Luck, that’s when preparation
and opportunity meet.” (Pierre Trudeau)


Alternative Facts

Don’t piss on my shoes and say it’s raining,
duplicity is the real terrorist.

We see, if you disagree, “you’re fired”.
We hear, if you cause problems, you’re gone.
Blow smoke up his ass and you’re admired.

“Mandated” by the skin of his tooth,
with factless frenzy, he betrays what’s real.
It’s his truth and nothing but self-served truth.

Un-resilient he must have agreement,
he tweets “I know you are but what am I”,
and then demands respectful testament.

He does not listen and speaks with forked tongue.
It is his hubris that troubles me most:
despite his bottom’s line, his crap is dung.

The extreme vetting is so ironic,
he issues orders like he’s herding cats
and disenfranchises with the sardonic.

Resistance might be pissing in the wind,
and trusting this gilded narcissist rough


I am who I am,
I stand here and now.

I loathe the dark and accept my shadow.
I love the light and confuse clarity.

Sometimes my heart conspires with my will.
Sometimes my mind overrules my body.

I straddle the truth.
I live there and then.

Resistance is futile, to plan pointless.
To prepare is helpful, support needed.

Obstacles become blessings in disguise.
Grace sanctions purity of intention.

Black and white blinds me.
I enjoy the gray.

Fear Itself

No one knows but me my fear
No one cares or sheds a tear.

To look with cursory glance,
one would not have an inkling
of my distress or trembling.

Shoulders straight and chest held high,
I walk with calm assurance
playing an all-is-well stance.

Alone in my room I cringe
and anxiously I wallow –
pyrrhic triumphs are hollow.

Eyes glistened and heart shuddered,
Why do I do what I do?
No one hears the words I spew.

Slumped in my chair, I flinch.
With odds against me, I fold –
bitterness at last takes hold

Thus muddling in constant dread,
I do have my daily bread.


“What are we but a shadow…
of ashes and dust,
a flower that blooms and withers”


there is no plan
and there is a way:
we are co-creators

the sacrifice
sanctifies all:
the reverse pathway

our perfection
is in being imperfect:
God gives grace

“We who abide in Love
abide in God
and God abides in us”

Let Go, Let God

It’s hard to give over control,
as if, I ever had control.
It’s hard to say, “I’ve lost control”,
assuming I was in control.

I’ve noticed some just want answers,
and there are really no answers.
I’ve noticed some make up answers,
despite questions without answers.

I cannot create solutions
grasping at straws aren’t solutions.
I cannot scope out solutions
best laid plans don’t make solutions.

Letting go takes a lot of work
exhausting and soul-jarring work.
Letting go goes beyond my work
it requires soul-searching work.

In time of trouble, “Let it be”.
I cannot construe, “Let it be”.
In time of triumph, “Let it be”.
giving Her credit, “Let it be”.


I hold onto being held –
let go without letting go.
Happiness is within reach
of open palm and spread arms

A closed hand makes a clenched fist,
which neither points or picks up
An extended hand shares life –
halving sorrows and doubling joy.

Embrace the Force that’s with us –
God’s presence is always present
Love is touching and feeling;
and hugging is hearts kissing.

The trees have leafy branches –
Elephants have flexing trunks –
Whales have soft underbellies –
All embrace our Mother’s love.

So to be heard listen well,
to be seen look carefully,
to be touched grasp intently,
to be loved share grace and peace.