THE WATERS OF FAITH
Oh, if my faith be like a woodland pond
with raindrops fall as blessings,
making hardly a ripple in my cool waters.
Sun showing diamonds to all who pause
to be refreshed from my deeps.
Too often, it’s an angry river
running, tripping, sweeping all
in a current that wears down my spirit.
Sometimes a drought has me in its grip
cracked, fruitless, no hope of healing rain.
Bless me with the faith of a woodland pond.
THE RED BALLOON
How do you
open your fist
letting your dream fly
Can you toss it aside
like a soft pair of jeans
that no longer fit?
a puzzle piece
that has been misplaced
in the wrong box?
How do you discard
a part of your soul?
Turn your back
on that voice that says
Divorce that being
I watch my red balloon
fly from me.
It was never meant to be mine.
a soft breeze
carries it back
following my footsteps
a gentle nudge,
now, floating ahead
showing the right path
it seems to say
Believe in me,
We'll find the way.
OF A CERTAIN AGE
Do you remember "Evening in Paris"?
deep blue bottle with it's golden lady.
When everything was closed on Sundays?
no one complained, it would keep till Monday.
When children were expected to write thank-you notes?
"thanx u" is not quite the same.
The sunshine smell of laundry fresh off the line?
a bag of clothes pins and an eye on the weather.
Watching real actors who moved you?
Bette Davis, Lauren Bacall, Humphrey Bogart
Going to the Drive-in movies wearing your pajamas?
a blanket on the hood, fast asleep.
When you had faith in the goodness of people,
your word was your bond,
family was the strongest life line,
tomorrow would be a better day,
our children and grandchildren would inherit a bright future.
Do you remember?
ABOUT D. J. S. HARRINGTON