My Wife Wanted to Retain this Message
Now About Those Belgian Chocolates
A Horrible Prognostication (E. A. Poe)
Though the Mountains Be Shaken
Though the Mountains Be Shaken
Arising from Corona Virus days. Offered by Doug Blair, Waterloo ON
SPRING 2020

Has it topped off yet?
Will our norm return?
As we isolate
For our friends we yearn.
And the internet
Both a friend and foe.
Hope and prayers come forth
While the mess they show.
We must separate
Bring that risk curve down
While the health care pros
Beautify our town.
And so many serve
With a newfound zeal
See compassion show
At the check-out till.
Neighbours rally now
In their heart of hearts
See them wave and smile
While they stay apart.
(Photo by talented nature photographer and FB friend Steve Gosser)
Taking This Hill

It’s such a mess
This fix we’re in
But we shall not despair
For skilful minds
And willing hands
Are working on repair.
And we are told
Refrain from crowds
And wash and wash
Dear child
And send a note
Or use the phone
To uplift some beguiled.
Community takes on a twist
In prayers and willing still
As agencies of heart and hope
Say “we will take this hill”.
Eavesdropping on God
I can do this all day.
As the world turns around.
Night-time dreams elevate
The Dark Continent.
Busy housewife senses my touch
As she wipes a teary cheek
In Wisconsin.
(Baby won’t stop crying from colic.)
Store owner prays in Manchester.
Small fire and water damage
To most of his next-season stock.
A robin falls from
A wind-swept nest
In the bush outside Timmins.
Young Jason with the game leg
Hides in a driveway
From those bullies
Who hound him after school.
Marjorie talks to Fred in his photograph
On the dresser at the old home.
I bring her warm memories
Of their first summer together
And the good news of baby number one.
Sarah…she grew up to be an optometrist.
Traveling to refugee camps
In that Dark Continent.
I love this.
It is running as it should.
Daily I am discovered
By more honest seekers.
Jesus, Son, we are doing it
Wait ’til we get ’em all together.
Seems just around the corner.
They’re Singing
They’re singing and the place
Takes on new glow
The web speaks doom to gobblers
But we God’s Source still know.
He shows us all His cycles
Fixed in place
The lark brings back
The smile to every face
And hope comes with
The greening of the sod
The crocus and the daffodil
Expressing His fresh thought
That Sun and Moon
Still do their parts each day
And we prove true companions
As we pray.
