My Desire Is You

Where shall I go,

what shall I do,

who shall I be,

who will see me?

 

Must I go up,

Must I go down,

to the left or right

or acknowledge day from night?

 

Just sit beside me on the chair-swing

and let the shade of the apple tree

and your arm around me bring peace.

 

Just hold my hand as we walk our land

and let the beat of your heart serenade me.

The only destination for me is you,

and being with you is  my desire.

 

Together we shall walk hand in hand

and be content with the simpleness of love,

our life, and our happiness pursuit.

 

Together we shall walk into the serene sunset

and gaze at the heavens beyond,

knowing the secret that many seek to find.

 

YOU WHISPER

I have given myself half-way to You

and taking the final step brings hesitation...

Will I find out You are more, or less,

than I want, need, or expect?

 

All my life I have given myself half-way to You

and admitting this could praise me or damn me...

What do I fear I risk in letting You in completely?

What do You risk if I fear You completely?

 

I hear You whispering:

"NOTHING."

 

Got The Munchies?

 

Got the Munchies? Mrs. Jones had been a staple of her local congregation for many years and that is why her absence was noticed lately. The pastor decided to drop by her house to check up on her after the Sunday service. He knocked on her door and being that she's nearly 85 it took her a bit to get to the door. "Hello, who is it?" she asked. "It's Pastor Smith", he answered. "OH Hi-Come in, Come in, how's the ministry doing?" She said. "Very well, I just wanted to make sure your prayer needs are being met." "Oh honey, I haven't felt well lately but I'm getting better" Just then the phone rang and she excused herself to get it. The pastor sat near a table with an old reader's digest and a bowl of peanuts. After 15 minutes, then 20, he heard his stomach growl and began to get restless. He started in on the bowl of peanuts and began reading. After 45 minutes, he suddenly realized that he had eaten all of the peanuts. Right then Mrs. Jones returned and said, "Oh I sure am sorry, that was my sister from Pittsburgh. She only calls once per month so when she does we have to catch up on everything." The pastor feeling a little embarrassed said "I must also apologize, for while you were gone I got hungry and ate all the peanuts in your little bowl there. Please, forgive me" he said. Mrs. Jones replied, "Oh that's ok, all I can do anymore is just suck the chocolate off of them!" she says. *Thanks to Pastor Tim for this joke!* cybersalt.org/cleanlaugh

Episodic Behavior

 

betty-sue 

cries out in different ways,

sometimes solemn...

sometimes throwing an all out assault

with thrashing arms and legs and

eyes burning with rage

..a blank stare of her wild face.

 

Turn the page to 'episode two'

with onlookers wondering

what to do?

How to Help?

To unlock the tiny door

that keeps her secrets

hidden in her mind

that is going

ballistic

because

she can't express it

and we won't guess it

tho' if we took a shot in the dark

we might unveil the mystery...

 

 

we confer after 'episode three':

maybe it's a learned thing,

an activity since birth

that left uncorrected

has become a game of

power...yours or mine...

those who care are burdened

to look into this behavior

and give it a name.

 

'Episode four' ends with an exhausted

gal on the floor...

does betty-sue do this on purpose?

is it a power-play or natural response?

looks between adults overhead

searching each other for a clue.

 

a little experiment with 'episode five':

If held down long enough,

protecting her, we, and me,

will she kick out her frustrations?

then cry, whimper and moan

when the storm is over?

will the tsunami of betty-Sue's emotions

drown out the love we should feel?

will we hold this behavior over her

used-to-be haloed head?

 

with 'episode six' we are at our whit's end--

a unity of caregivers send out a cry for help:

"will the one with the answers walk in?"

we wish them better luck that we had!

 

with therapeutic help and education,

'all-knowing'

points a finger and says

"aha! I've got it figured out!"

 

"tell us the truth," we shout,

so we can love betty-sue

and help her out

along her confused and twisted way,

give us the promise of a brighter day.

 

help us love her so she loves herself

then put unacceptable behavior on its shelf.

 

when betty-sue is grown and brings her

kids to us someday,

will we baulk at the memory of behavior

and open our arms and draw them in?

 

will we serve betty-sue or will we sin?

Truck, Duck, Luck

 

How vulgar it is to read a four-letter word

that rhymes with truck and duck

and three cheers for good luck!

 

How rude to hear the crass words;

that if someone took the time to look it up,

they could interject something more harmonious,

and still get their vehement point across.

 

How disgusting to even repeat the word

that sounds like:

some duck

got run over

by some truck!

That duck got some bad luck!

Cluck, cluck, cluck,

WT*

 

 

My Aunt is Ill

 

I am sad!

At 11:25 this Sunday night,

with an ice pack atop my noggin

and another around my neck...

...trying to ward off in impending

migraine; I sit at the computer

to check out my latest mail.

 

Ok -- one from mom.

She occasionally addresses her

eight children in one email,

for saying something once is

easier than having to repeat it

four and four again.

 

Aunt Barbara is in the hospital

from a heart attack!

Oh no! My poor aunt's health has

been on a steady downhill slide...

 

...I shall run to her side, this aunt

who I've always felt very close to,

a closeness bound with penpal

letters, and hugs and kisses

at Christmastime and Balloon Rallys.

 

A special prayer I say tonight,

for my beloved aunt is ill,

and while I sleep in my comfy bed

tonight, she may hardly sleep at all

with beeps and needles attacking her

through the night. Will Uncle Bud

sit by her side, or one of my three

male cousins?

 

Oh, I am sad!

so very sad,

but to see her angel face

will make me melancholy glad.

 

A prayer for her good health

will tuck me into bed and off

to sleep with delightful dreams

of Aunt Barbara hugging me.

A Stress Diet :)

 

A Diet For Dealing With Stress

1. If you eat something and no one sees you eat it, it has no calories.

2. If you drink a diet soda with a candy bar, the calories in the candy bar are canceled out by the diet soda.

3. When you eat with someone else, calories don't count if you do not eat more than they do.

4. Food used for medicinal purposes NEVER counts, such as hot chocolate, toast and Sara Lee Cheesecake.

5. If you fatten up everyone else around you, then you look thinner.
6. Movie related foods do not have additional calories because they are part of the entertainment package and not part of one's personal fuel. Examples: Milk Duds, Buttered Popcorn, Junior Mints, Red Hots & Tootsie Rolls.

7. Cookie pieces contain no calories. The process of breaking causes calorie leakage.

8. Things licked off knives and spoons have no calories if you are in the process of preparing something.

9. Foods that have the same color have the same number of calories. Examples are: Spinach & Pistachio Ice Cream; Mushrooms & Mashed Potatoes.

10. Chocolate is a universal color and may be substituted for any other food color.

11. Anything consumed while standing has no calories. This is due to gravity and the density of the caloric mass.

12. Anything consumed from someone else's plate has no calories since the calories rightfully belong to the other person and will cling to his/her plate. (We all know how calories like to cling!!)

REMEMBER: STRESSED SPELLED BACKWARDS IS DESSERTS.

*Thanks to Pastor Tim for this joke!*

Excuse me...Work How Long?

 

"...the next two weeks," my boss said.

 Since I'm listening in one ear and balancing the checkbook in the other ear, I admit, "I'm sorry, repeat that please."

"I'm going on a two week vacation to Paris and Loudon and somewhere in Brussels. I'll need you to work every day for the next two weeks."

My mind freezes,

My body tenses,

My teeth clench...

TWO FULL WEEKS OF WORK!!!???

OMG!

"Sure," I say "No problem!"