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As she approached I remembered her daughter had lived in Asia.  Probably prompted by my daughter’s potential adventure.  I asked how her daughter was doing.  She brightened and answered, “Oh she’s doing great!  She’s married and lives in Seattle now.  Now my son lives in Amsterdam and I got to visit him.”

It wasn’t one-upmanship, really.  The thought strolled into my mind unbidden and unspoken.  Filling my heart with joy.  “My son lives in heaven and when I go to see him it will be to stay.”

 

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After the Storm

At 2:30 in the morning

The sky is midnight black

Air. Cool, clean and crisp caresses me

Trees now stand still and silent

Ornamental grasses barely nod, as if falling asleep

Vacant roads are not as empty as I thought they would be

Yet I wait at red lights and let imaginary traffic go first

Streets have been swept clean by passing cars and driving rain

Logs, limbs and leaves are piled on either side

At 2:35 the sky is silver gray

And a full moon sleeps beneath

A thin summer blanket of clouds

Spring Renewal

Spring renewal so romantic and quaint,

But I’m here to tell you that sometimes it ain’t.

And when the notices come all at once,

Respond in time or be a dunce,

Member of this, certified in that.

Renew the license on the cat,

Renew my privilege to drive,

And my pledge to help someone survive,

(In the event of my demise,

My parts may live on in disguise.)

Renew attempts to not be fat,

Renewals make my wallet flat

But to complain is of no use,

Except it’s fun to sound like Dr. Seuss.

Remembering

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Twenty-something years ago,

Sunday best, toddler in tow,

Red curls and dressy frills,

Chasing Easter egg-finding thrills,

Dads hiding them all around,

Rejoicing when each one is found.

Two-thousand years ago,

Passover Lamb they didn’t know,

Resurrected! He conquered death,

Redemption for those He’d given breath,

Responding to the gospel sound,

Rejoicing when each one is found.

©SBibb 2015

My Song of Grateful Praise

I will praise You in the morning

You are the great creator God

Maker of everything

I will praise You in the noontime

You are my great redeemer God

Unto You I sing

I will praise You forever and ever

Forever and ever You are God

I will praise You in the evening

You are the great sustainer God

For You I live and die

I will praise You I the midnight

You are my great protector God

Unto You I cry

I will love You forever and ever

Forever and ever You are God

April Fools

Suddenly, the silence broken,

Birds sing songs we knew they knew,

Suddenly, shy bushes blush

With blooms pastel or vibrant hue,

The tree’s bare branches dress in green

And leaves as if on cue,

Rain, like tears falls freely

From the sun’s warm shining face

Steam rises from the pavement.

Making fog that’s out of place,

And some rush in – begin to take

Spring’s new found glories from her,

New plans they make and longingly,

Count down the days to summer.