It was minuscule
Not at all big
I could easily have be hidden
By the leaf of a fig
Yet she made objection
An unholy fuss
Because some kid dropped a pretzel
Next to her seat on the bus
Padre
Minuscule
Month: April 2023
Gaming
Up into the wee hours
Using all mental powers
With tiredness, constantly afflicted
Socially detached
You’ve met your match
If you become – to gaming addicted
Padre
Enabled
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28).
Troubles and stresses
Life’s little messes
You’ve had it up to the neck
When struggling to keep afloat
There is a lifeboat
Where, to meet the challenges,
You are enabled
For He is there by your side
Even at high tide
To make your shifting sands of life
Rock-firm and stable
Padre
Compassion Deficit
More concerned for a vine
Than the fate of city
Lacking in both empathy and pity
Jonah was prepared to watch with inaction
He had to learn the lesson
That being god-like requires compassion
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Thumbs Up
Seven-year-old Alishia and Tammy, her six-year-old sister, returned to the little tangle of bushes that they used as their fairy castle the previous summer. Back in November they had gone to the spot and found it looking very dreary. It was then that they noticed that the lone tree in their little hide-away had shed all its leaves. They had felt sorry for the tree and were afraid it would be cold. The went home and took a scarf and a pair of Dad’s gloves back to the tree. Now, in April they saw the scarf had fallen off, but one of the gloves was still in place.
“I hope it helped,” Tammy said.
“I think it did,” Alishia said. “She’s giving us a thumbs-up.”
Padre
Squeeze
She held out her arms to hug me, but I knew this wasn’t my house, and she definitely wasn’t my wife.
“Ma’am, I don’t think that is appropriate,” I said maybe a little too matter-of-factly.
“Oh, Aren’t you the Hug-o-gram guy?” she said, flushing a bit red.
“No Ma’am. I’m from the electric company. I’m here to read the meter.”
“Sorry,” she said. “I sometimes get Hug-o-grams, since my husband passed away. He arranged them to cheer me up and to remind me that he cared. I know it’s silly but it does help a bit.”
“That sounds lovely,” I said not knowing what else to say. What I was really thinking is that the guy must have been some nutcase to send random men to hug his wife.
“Anyway,” she said. “The meter is under the stairs. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze I’m afraid.”
I stooped under the stairs and took the reading.
“Okay Ma’am. All done.”
She looked at me with a really disappointed expression.
I couldn’t help myself, I reached out and gave her a cuddle. “You take care of yourself,” I said.
She just smiled and whispered, “Thank you.”
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Padre
Sky Prism
Bright prism of the sky
splits light in coloured display
a rainy day’s gift
Padre
Escape
I sat beside a garden Asian
From my duties seeking evasion
Listening to the water’s trickle
And the bird’s chorused song
Thinking to myself:
“This is where I belong”
But it was a thing not meant to be
As I was reminded when the boss texted me
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Confession
It wasn’t exactly a real confession.
The admission of something gone wrong.
It was an attempt to merely save face,
While pretending still to be strong.
Alas, all leading to a swan song.
Padre
Does a certain consumer brand come to mind?
Crested
A little white crest
Atop a surging sea swell
Shoreward it hurries
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