Author: maiamom

I wish that I were Emperor.

I wish that I were King.

I’d order up some happiness

for ev’ry living thing.

Some choose truth.

And some choose lies.

And some won’t take a stand.

And when truth seekers don’t speak up,

lies get the upper hand.

A splotch of pink ‘bove the mountain tops

paints a line through a world of gray.

The soft pink light in the morning sky

sets the start for another day.

We pray for all who go to school—

to study, teach, or learn.

We pray for their safe going and

we pray for their return.

Health and wealth and happiness.

Toss in a little fun.

May this whole day be well for you

from dawn to setting sun.

This morn I tucked a blessing in

to start you on your way.

Now that little blessing’s with you

ev’ry step throughout your day.

I’ve been looking back at summer

so I clear forgot to mention

that the seasons started changing.

Now, that has my full attention.

The long, hot days of summer,

with its colors –bright and bold—

have faded into distant past.

Today, it’s just plain c-o-l-d.

The “Age of Reason”’s giving way

to the “Age of Rage and Power”.

A Killing Season spreads ‘round earth.

It is not man’s finest hour.

Today’s a day for thankfulness

and quiet gratitude.

Our lives are rich with blessings.

We have shelter.  We have food.

I’m a trav’ling man.

I’ve traveled far.

I’ve covered most

this land by car.

I’ve gone by foot

and bus and train.

I’ve crossed the land…

and back again.

You’d think that I

could settle down

and build a life

in some far town.

But ev’ry morning

when it’s dawn

I grab my keys

and travel on.