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
I had moved just recently into the state
When the invasion occurred--I remember the date--
September the tenth, nineteen eighty-eight.
I had given my wife a husbandly hug
When I happened to glance down at the rug
And there I saw it--a boxelder bug!
I thought at first that it was alone
But then my wife gave a disconsolate groan--
For there was another, on the wall by the phone.
I heard my children fearfully call,
So I ran from the front room and into the hall--
There was another bug high on the wall!
And on the chairs, and the books, and the stereo too--
I started counting the bugs--now more than a few--
But I gave up the project when I reached ninety-two.
The bugs were obviously now on a roll
And the situation was out of control--
I even found one in a cereal bowl.
Fast action was needed--I ran for the door,
But outside was worse--there were bugs by the score!
The garage roof was covered by a thousand or more!
Bravely but quickly I proceeded outside,
Rejoicing in knowing that with every stride
Six or eight of the little pests died.
In the garage, waiting for me
There, where it had waited patiently,
Was my trusty friend--the DDT.
I patted it fondly, glad I could say,
"Old friend, I know when I hook up the spray
I can count on you to save the day."
I walked out the door, sprayer in hand,
Surveyed the insects invading my land,
And knew it was time to make my stand.
I was psyched--I was ready--I knew that I could.
My conscience confirmed it--it said that I should.
My destiny called me--and I knew that it would.
I gripped my weapon, I triggered the spray.
The bugs died by hundreds--there was no delay.
This was glorious combat--the American way!
Death rained from my weapon--boxelder bugs died.
None did escape me, though some surely tried,
But they had nowhere to run, and no place to hide.
Then into my house I carried the fight,
Slaying invaders with chemical might.
My family applauded the glorious sight.
Through every hallway, in every room
The six-legged monsters encountered their doom
And we put them all in a black trash bag tomb.
But the battle wasn't over, I'm sorry to say,
For the bugs had an ally--he called the next day.
And I had to deal with the darned EPA.
In conclusion I'll say, as brief as I can,
I won my case in spite of the chemical ban
Because bug rights are nothing to the rights of a man!
ABOUT FRED WAISS