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Raised on fire and brimstone
to live life modestly.
Can anyone be good enough
to see God’s face someday?
Those with garments purified
set sail on heaven’s seas.
Looking out the screen door,
looking back at me.

Two angels beckoned: dare to reach,
to fathom rainbow skies.
Higher learning, higher goals
than dirt floors can provide.
The mission right; to give to those
more challenged and in need.
Looking out the screen door,
looking back at me.

Hearts’ whisked away in valiant arms
cannot be taken back.
Hero chosen young and sure:
bold Sir Galahad.
Braved the frothy torrent
to save a drowning lad.
Gallantry was destiny,
a glorious epitaph.

All alone, and raised a child
to shine among the stars.
Courage having carried on,
a life fulfilling ours.
May ponderings be peaceful,
eternal home to see.
Looking out the screen door,
looking back at me.





Why Dachau, Why?


Flesh colored mounds; twisted, and mangled.
Skin and bone heaped into piles ten feet high.
Children of Zion in barbed wire halos;
heirs to a throne, sacrificed to a lie.

Lambs into glory on altars of darkness.
Demons wretched spoils, stench to the sky.
Ghastly assemblage of vast devastation.
Homage to evil, thousands who died.

There in the midst of a people now broken;
one soldier glimpsed the blink of an eye.
Among the dead, a fading life lingered.
We got there too late, why Dachau, why?





My Tailwind and My Guide


Race not chosen; tour of life,
no reason shown, no purpose see.
Even so Lord test my faith,
I’ll make you proud of me.

The road is long and not yet traveled,
how shall I survive?
Gales of wind traverse my face,
tempests rage, no place to hide.

Mile after mile more mountains loom,
the grade is steep, my strength subsides.
Emotions torn in wretched anguish,
temptation haunts my precious ride.

Nearly spent, my body heaves,
I pause to look behind.
Two angels now have joined the quest:
my tailwind and my guide.

As one we reach the final crest,
then down through valleys green.
Swift along the ocean road
where seagulls race with me.

Clad in yellow, bathed in light,
I breach the finish line;
where inner man redeems the flesh,
and miracles abide.