Birds In The Nest

The baby birds in the nest
Need their rest

Mama bird flies

At the sound of the their cries

Mama bird was not in a good mood

But she flew anyway to look for food

Up to the sky she flew

When you saw her feathers they were blue

Gathering up worms to eat

She would grab them with her feet

Back to the nest she went

The babies could smell her scent

All nestled and well fed

It was time for all to go to bed

(Written by my 11 yr old daughter JJ)

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Winding Is This Path Of Life

I have ambled on and through
Certain seasons of a lifetime
As for my vision now
I am always looking forward though

At times this path is smooth and paved

Or a rock strewn trail, up hills and then down
Through deserts, valleys of all sorts and mountainous peaks

There is always an older man though, who is here and there

Always behind me when I tend to glance back upon my path
Never do I seem to pass him on my travels
Nor do I look for him

He is of familiar face

He has played the hypocrite
Picked up the sword of the arrogant
Held hands with self righteousness
He has loved others and been loved
Loved when it is a sacrifice
Given to those in need
And befriended others

There is maturity etched in the lines of his forehead

His eyes glint with wisdom
Seasons, years and circumstances have altered me
My winding path continues on
And I pray daily to continue to see this old man
From time to time

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Elephant In The Room

You will not articulate
I will not verbalize
Yet there is a quandary
A state of uncertainty
But it always remains the same
It is always there

There are truths before us that lack discussion

But alas, they are in attendance
Days, months and for years
How many more?
Shame on me for believing
Blind to hope

I observe, or assumed you as one who is healing

But your tearing at the stitches is revealing
Maybe wisdom should prevail
Gentle as a dove, wise as a serpent
Setting tone and boundaries

I have decided to progress on

You, still wrapped in a blanket of unforgiveness
Emotional alienation is your armor
It is the unseen lumbering four legged beast
You carry from room to room

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Being Protocol

It’s a diplomatic love affair
A societal medium vacuum gone global
Slowly charming, swaying the masses
Conditioning man to stay contained within…
Slowly numbed and dumbed down
Political correctness and other schemas
Slowly strangling, forcing individuals ideals on others

Who sets this protocol, boundaries, and codes of procedure?

So called free thinkers, politicians, educators, the King Midas’s of the pulpit?
Themselves being deceived
Ever so slowly twisting, forcing their resolve, values
Through the spinning yarns of all sorts of social media
With the masses being spoon fed with veiled agendas

Despite all this

Man is waging wars far and wide
Pestilences and economies are on the precipice
Everything is in contravention
Lines are blurred and broken
We are all intertwined, but are blindfolded
But we someday, all will intersect

Copyright 2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing

The Great Orchestral Shooting Star Experiment

Blissful notes expel from the orchestra
Become shooting stars
Skimming above the trees
Becomes an overhead bazaar

Above violins and other instruments

The nocturnal sky breathing, reaches its peak
An enchanted orchestral galaxy
We came and gathered to seek

Like fireworks displayed

With notes entwined play in the gust
A conductor’s composition flung
Through the colored constellation over us

Fireflies like darting sparklers glow

As we saunter through the meadow’s land
A breathtaking array
For fear of missing more, we ran

Chasing harmonies we still hear

Surging in our hearts aware
You hum the orchestras’ sweet song
Now drawn have I, into your stare

Your expression now reflects the intensity

Of this great orchestral star experiment
For from you now
Shines the orchestral sky’s blissful sentiment

^{Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Honeysuckle Insomnia

Honeysuckle aromas draw me
Filling in my room where I lay
Spring time spells arrival
Keeping summer at bay

The chirp of a mockingbird

Goes on through the dawn of night
Does she ever sleep?
What is her joy she employs so trite?

So bright this light the moon

Arcing backwards, east to west
I will walk the call of the hills
This nocturnal trail at my behest

A silvery sheen shadows everything

From chaparral that mantles the hillside
To rocks aglow
Maybe I’ll follow where moon shadows go

Days become lengthy

But now night and light rules the sky
How can this be I ponder
In the back of my mind’s eye

Should I yearn and return to my bed

Retire to my sheets
And leave the hills here
Or should I amble onward, the dawn to meet

^{Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

And I Asked Of Autumn

And I asked of autumn…
Where have you been?
Preparing to put summer to bed
Birthing winter for nature’s nap
Was her respond

And I asked of autumn…

Would you not stay the year?
Her reply, has not our Lord created the seasons? 
Then I would not be what I am to you now
Was her respond

Again I asked of autumn…

What do you behold for me this season?
Temperate mornings for clement crisp daybreaks
Twilights of blazing crimson to meander under
Soothing arrays of colored moods
I convey anticipation threading the air

My hand I offer thee

That we may stroll as one
My epoch also will fade and demise for a time
Let’s celebrate this time that God has bestowed on us
Create reminiscences, recollections of harvest pasts enjoy
Carpei Diem…was her respond

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}