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July 11th, 2009

Poem : Please Listen


When I ask you to listen to me
and you start giving me advice,
you have not done what I asked.

When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why
I shouldn’t feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.

When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solve my problem, you have failed me,
strange as that may seem.

Listen! All I ask is that you listen.
Don’t talk or do-just hear me.
Advice is cheap; 20 cents will get
you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper.

And I can do for myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering,
but not helpless.

When you do something for me that
I need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and inadequacy.

But when you accept as a simple fact
that I feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can stop tying to convince you
and get a bout this business of
understanding what’s behind
this irrational feeling.

And when that’s clear,
the answers are obvious
and I don’t need advice.

Irrational feelings make sense
when we understand what’s behind them.

Perhaps that’s why prayer works,
sometimes, for some people –
because God is mute, and
he doesn’t give advice or try to fix things.

God just listens and
lets you work it out for yourself.

So please listen,
and just hear me.

And if you want to talk,
wait a minute for your turn-
and I will listen to you.

July 10th, 2009

Poem : Paying Your Debts

Paying Your Debts

As you sit in your house
You hear a sound.
You search for the source,
At the front door it’s found.

You open the door and
There stands a man
That you’ve never met,
With a checkbook in hand.

He says, “Go gather your bills
And add them today.
I have this checkbook,
And I’d like to pay.”

You pause for a moment,
This cannot be real!
But you would be foolish
To not take this deal.

Now here’s the surprise
This story is true!
The door’s not in your house,
It’s inside of you.

The ‘debt’ is your sin
That you carry around.
But Jesus will pay it,
Now, how does that sound?

Yes, a check He will write
With salvation’s pen.
There’s a knock at your door,
Won’t you let Him in?

July 9th, 2009

Poem : Old Folks Are Worth A Fortune

Old Folks Are Worth A Fortune

Old folks are worth a fortune,
with silver in their hair,
gold in their teeth,
stones in their kidneys,
lead in their feet and
gas in their stomachs.

I have become a lot more social
with the passing of the years,
some might even call me a frivolous old gal.
I’m seeing five gentlemen every day!

As soon as I wake, Will Power
helps me get out of bed.
Then I go see John.
Then Charley Horse comes along,
and when he is here he takes a lot
of my time and attention!
When he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows
up and stays the rest of the day.
He doesn’t like to stay in one place very long,
so he takes me from joint to joint!
After such a busy day,
I’m really tired and glad to go to bed,
with Ben Gay!

P.S. The preacher came to call the other day.
He said that at my age I should be
thinking about the hear-after.
I told him I do, all the time.
No matter where I am,
in the kitchen or down in the basement,
I ask myself, “Now what am I here after?”

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