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Poetry

Disappearance

It’s sad to see you disappear

Slowly fading away

I hardly noticed it at first

The barest hint of gray.

The words you spoke were not so firm

Your laughter slightly absurd.

You looked past me when we spoke

As you seemed to ponder each word.

The change was oh so slow —

I thought I’d accommodated.

I thought I had learned to accept

This different way we related.

But you slipped ever further away

I could not hold you in place.

We were strangers who barely touched

Till you no longer saw my face.

I grieve the past and the future

Find it hard to enjoy the today

It’s easier to never approach

It’s easier to walk away.

But I open my heart to the pain

Seek patience to carry through.

And long for the day when once more

You will be the real you.

Jane  2006  

Poetry

Like Jesus


Give me a heart like Jesus’
One that is wholly devoted to God.
Give me a voice like Jesus’
That echoes compassion and love
Give me eyes like Jesus’
That see beyond the shame and fear
Make me like Jesus.

I want to reflect your image oh God
The way you intended it to be.
I want to be your hands and your feet
Bringing your kingdom to all that I see.

Give me ears like Jesus’
Hearing beyond the anger and pose
Give me a mind like Jesus’
Discerning the truth from lies
Shining the light in the darkness
Make me like Jesus.

Jane 2020

Poetry

WHEN I FIND MY WAY HOME

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You can take a picture, you can write it down

When I find my way home, I’m gonna come right back to town.

Stompin’ through the streets and kickin’ up the dirt

When I find my way home, you’re gonna have to change your shirt

Runnin’ through the alleys, climbin’ up the trees

When I find my way home, I’ll be fallin’ on my knees

Listen for the foot steps, put your records on

When I find my way home, We’re gonna dance until the dawn.

When I find my way back home, I know just what to do

I’ll be lookin’ for a party and a couch to crash onto

And when I find my way back home, I’ll never have to doubt

That being part of something is what life is all about.

Speakin’ with a stranger, everywhere you go,

When I find my way home, I’m gonna bug someone I know.

Lookin’ for the street signs, make another lap,

When I find my way home, I won’t need to read a map.

Tossin’ and turning, no matter where you lay your head

When I find my way home, I’m gonna sleep in my own bed.

Retracin’ all my steps now, lookin’ for a clue,

When I find my way back home, I can spend the night with you.

When I find my way back home, I’ll know just what to say

I’ll tell you how much I love and I’ll never go away

And when I find my way back home, I know I’ll never doubt

That being part of something is what life is all about. 

Tim Cooper  Circa 2006