Creature Comfort
I’m glad to know I’m not my own
and that you’re not mine either.
I’m glad my creator keeps us as his.
This comfort’s made me a believer.
When You Wake Up
When you wake up in the morning,
do you wish that either life was fun
or that you could go back to bed?
Or do you just do what needs to be done?
Slow
Sometimes I’m on a different time:
I’ll leave when it’s time to get there,
I’ll get ready when it’s time to go.
And while in one country that worked just fine,
here, it just makes me seem slow.
Real
Sometimes I am surprised by just how real
Care
Did Jesus ever see something and just choose not to care?
I know that Jesus cared a lot, but the question’s fair.
Because I’m sure he saw some grease or tangles in some hairs,
and although he could have numbered them, maybe he just didn’t care.
Outnumbered
To be outnumbered
I Will Not Start
I will not start another book
until I’ve finished this.
I will not blow the candles out
until I think my wish.
I will not cook another meal
with all these half-meals in the fridge.
But I will start another day
no matter what yesterday did.
I Hear That Train A’Coming
I hear that train a’coming,
it’s rolling through the park,
and waking up neighbors
who sleep when it’s dark,
and stopping some traffic,
and making cars wait.
But it’s not the train’s fault
if you’re angry and late.
Some Times
What time do you wake in the morning? Exactly six a.m?
Or maybe six fourteen, after hitting the snooze button twice.
Or maybe about eleven, since you work until after two.
Or maybe after noon. Sometimes that would be nice.
But what about sometimes four, and sometimes more like nine?
It’d be nice to have a routine, but as long as I’m rested it’s fine.
Themselves
Many would like to be younger,
and yet no one wants to be held back.
There are few who want to be weird,
but few who just want to blend in to the pack.
Lots of people would like to be funny,
but few who are ready to be laughed at.
There are seven billion people who can only be themselves
but relatively few who want to be that.