Following Christmas
By larry r Linville

She went to church on Christmas Eve
to worship the newborn king
then home to open all her gifts
and enjoy her pile of new bling.

While she sang some Christmas songs
she went down to the store
to exchange some of her presents
in a place that looked like war.

The Prince of Peace of which she sang
was no where to be found
in all of the surroundings
with noises very loud.

She shouted at the shoppers
who crowded into line
and she wasn’t like the angels
as she let her anger shine.

Peace on earth she had just sung
from the bottom of her heart
but there wasn’t much peace with her
or near her shopping cart.

As she drove home to get some rest
another driver cut her off
and she would have shouted angry words
if she hadn’t had to cough.

She’ll try again next Christmas
to get the peace on earth to last
instead of watching it vanish
at a speed so very fast.

Christmas Wish For 2010
By larry r Linville

While others sent Christmas cards
I prepared worship stuff.
I’d have addressed envelopes
but ample time was not enough.

Now that Christmas Day has come
and responsibilities complete
it’s time to write a Christmas poem
with a message that is neat.

I’ve seen the miracle again
as people opened their hearts to God
and shared the loving message
without needing a friendly prod.

In the midst of things commercial
with problems on the increase
many pulled away the wrapping
and bowed to the Prince of Peace.

May the greatest present you received
have value beyond all treasure
which touches deep in your soul
and brings you a special pleasure.

Christmas Surprise
By larry r linville

Surprises come into life every day
some subtle ones we seem to miss,
but others alter our normal lives
sneaking up like a small child’s wet kiss.

Surprise hit the teen aged Mary
through a strange messenger from God
with words she couldn’t comprehend
and implications that seemed so odd.

Joseph, too, received a surprise
which changed his whole life’s direction
causing him to spend nights and days
before making his final selection.

The innkeeper must have been shocked
when a new baby’s cry touched his ear
coming from the barn full of cattle
with the parents shouting in much cheer.

The shepherds had a double surprise
on that strange night of all nights.
First when the angels sang their message
and then at the manger’s awesome sights.

True Christmas today brings a surprise
and so many unexpected joys.
It’s a surprise that changes our hearts
in ways more fulfilling than toys.

We miss these surprises in our lives
when we don’t take the time to prepare.
But when we spend time getting hearts ready
We’ll experience the surprise that is there.

Where’s The Manger Today?

By larry r Linville

Joe and Mary from a small rural town

had to travel to the big city

although she was about to give birth

they received no help and none gave pity.

The old rusty car they traveled in

just barely made the long trip

but every place they tried to get a room

gave this poor couple the same old quip.

Although she was pregnant they all said “no.”

with voices that were loud and bold.

So she was forced to give birth to her child

underneath a bridge in the bitter cold.

There were no animals surround them

just cars passing on the busy street

not knowing that in this remote place

a child was born so loving and sweet.

Where will you find his manger this year?

Are you looking in the right place?

Perhaps, when you think he’s not here at all

you end up seeing him face to face.

Final Poem in Advent Devotion book "Getting Ready For Christmas

Presents For All


When the kids got up the last day
thinking they had time to play
they saw a pile of paper on the floor
with ribbons and bows so galore.

Mother said “we have gifts to wrap
so there will be no time for a nap.”
They wrapped gifts for certain friends
of all kinds of things and odds and ends.

Grandma, Grandpa and cousins too
the pile was high before they were through.
They tried to think whom they had missed
and went back over their long list.

Dad asked if they missed one guest
more important than all the rest.
They couldn’t think of any one
then they remembered God’s only Son.

“We can’t miss Jesus, it’s his birthday
so for his gift we’ll have to pray.”
They gave the church a big donation
for God’s gift to all creation.

Tim thought they should do even more
given freely and not just a chore.
Jesus said as we do to others
we give to him and to his brothers.

They looked around and tried to read
of a family near who had a big need.
They delivered to them a box of food
and other things they thought would be good.

Cookies to the man living alone
and a friendly call on the phone.
Money was given to a man
at a red Salvation Army can.

When the gift giving was done
and they rested from that big run
they were ready for Christmas Day
as they thankfully bowed to pray.

7th Poem from my Advent Devotional booklet

How about Flowers?

“If we’re having a party,” said Tim
“this place still looks too dark and dim.
I think we could use a big flower
Which would supply so much power.”

Dad took them to the flower store
and there all around the floor
were poinsettia flowers so red
and nothing else needed to be said.

Dad told them to look from afar
how the flowers were shaped like a star.
The plants matched Susie’s cold red face
as she put them in their special place.



Mother told them these specials flowers
would give them many happy hours.
She said they were found in Mexico
but we didn’t have that far to go.

My 6th poem in the Advent Devotional book

Goodies for the Party


Susie said, “We need to prepare
refreshments we can all share
as we celebrate Jesus’ birthday
let’s make a great big parfait.”

Mother said “that wouldn’t do
but I can make cookies with you.
We’ll make some that look like stars
and other that are chocolate bars.

“Then we’ll make some cupcakes too
and top them with some icing goo.”
Tim suggested many colors bright
to give a very happy site

“They will be a pretty treat
and also very good to eat.
We can take some to our friends
so the happiness never ends.

Poem # 5 in Devotional book "Getting Ready For Christmas"

The Carols

The next morning Tim was up early
and set up the CD player
when all the family entered
he said, “Let me say a prayer.

He said, “we must have carols
to listen to every day
and we can sing with them
and listen to what they say.”

Mother asked why we need music
and Susie was quickly to reply
“It was because the angels sang
on that night from on high.”

They spent time looking at CD’s
which hadn’t been heard for a year
and it was good to hear them
and it filled them all with much cheer.

Searching Family Tree
By larry r Linville

I’m sitting at this computer
at the genealogy library.
Been here for almost an hour
and all I have found is me.

I knew more when I came here
than I do now when I must stop.
I can count on my own memory
to know who’s my mom and pop.

My wife at another computer
was doing much better and I.
She handed me six generations
when I was about to cry.

I don’t think this is my talent
and I have no desire to pursue.
I think I’ll just play solitaire
until she is finally through.

I probably wouldn’t want to know
all the things I would discover.
If I found about my ancestors
things better kept under cover.

From my devotional book "Getting Ready For Christmas."

The Nativity Scene

The next day Susie was excited
as she carried in a crate.
She shouted, “Look, here a manger
don’t you think it’s great?”

Mother said, “That’s a crèche
also a nativity scene.
let’s put it on this table
but first, let’s make it clean.

They dusted it and laid it out
to see what was there
but before they did another thing
they had a little prayer.

First they took a manger
and put it in the center
and left space around it
so the characters could enter.

There were animals all around
cows and donkey and sheep
and in the little manger
was Jesus fast asleep.

Mary knelt behind it
and Joseph stood so tall
and hay was all around
the cozy little stall.


Shepherds knelt in honor
to declare what they had heard
when the angels sang to them
each and every word.

Tim stood back to admire
the picture in their room
and notice how it changed the room
and took away the gloom.

Susie shined a light on the manger
as if it were a bright star
then they walked across the room
to see in from afar.

Dad started singing
a carol they all knew
soon Tim and Susie joined in
because they knew it too.

“Away in a manger no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay
The Little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.”

(This is the third poem in my Advent booklet, "Getting Ready for Christmas."

The Christmas Tree

Tim jumped out of bed all excited
and woke up Susie in a hurry,
“Today’s the day we go cut a tree
so we’ll really have to scurry.”

As they drove to the farm Dad said,
“the tree speaks of God’s endless love
which surrounds our lives all year long
giving warmth to our life like a glove.

“We’ll place a star at the tree’s top
like the star which they saw in the sky,
to show us the way to find Jesus
and it’s easy to see up so high.

“We’ll make Chrismons with Christian symbols
out of styrofoam and little beads
each symbol tells us of God’s love
and how God meets everyone’s needs.”

“We will hang strands of lights to remind
that Jesus is the Light of the World
we’ll put them on the branches
and soon they will be curled.

These light are like the candles
which were used many year before
and their brightness will help us
worship God whom we adore.”

This is the second poem in my Advent Devotional book, "Getting Ready for Christmas."

The Advent Wreath

With breakfast over the kids were set
to start helping mother prepare
the first of their decoration
and they did so with the greatest care.

“We will start with an Advent wreath,”
said mother as she sat them down
“it will be like many others have
in churches and houses in our town.”

We’ll put four candles in a circle
three purple or blue and one pink
with a big white one in the center
to symbolize Jesus when we think.

The circle stands for eternity
because it has no beginning or end
just like Jesus’ love is forever
and he will always be our friend.

We’ll start each week with a candle
and light and read scripture and pray
so we can mark our trip to Christmas
as we get closer every day.

We’ll light the pink candle the third week
as we anticipate the great joy
which is coming our direction
when we recall the birth of the boy.

(I will be sharing the poetry of an Advent Devotional book I gave to my congregation this morning. There are several poems in it and I'll share them through the season.

Getting Ready for Christmas

On the way home from Grandma’s house
a big thanksgiving meal consumed
over the river and through the woods
their back seat positions assumed.

Tim and Susie started to talk
about Christmas which was coming soon
and then they broke into singing
their most favorite Christmas tune.

It was time to start decorating
the house with the tree and the lights
and because Santa was watching
they’d have to stop having their fights

“When can we go get a tree?” they asked
their mother who was in the front seat
“and make those good Christmas cookies
and candies that are so very sweet?”

“We’ll do it soon,” mother smiled and said
“but we need to know what we’re doing,
I want you to know what things mean
much more than just for the viewing.”

Dad said there would be a lesson
for each of the things they would do
and they’d know much more about Christmas
before preparations were through.

Thoughts at a Band Concert
By larry r linville

I was in the same room with her again
although I could not see her in the crowd
of over one hundred fifty band members
who were playing their music well and loud.

I could not spot her young friendly face
but my heart swelled to know she was there
skillfully playing her instrument
as she sat on the stage in her chair.

With much talent she participated
in her uniform of crimson and blue
and after I listened for an hour
I was sorry when it was all through.

I thought of the experiences
that so many of us never receive
which will touch her life for so many years
at least that’s what I’m led to believe.

Pride comes in many different forms
and is impossible to explain
but I know it overflows my heart
and sends sweet messages to my brain.

A Soft Spoken Wife
By Larry R Linville

At a funeral of the wife of a friend
the pastor’s sermon was nearing the end.
He said her voice she only once raised
at her husband who gave her much praise.

That time her voice was for his own good
and his safety was what she pursued.
Her message came through loud and clear
and wasn’t meant to cause him to fear.

The pastor said there were many words
that were spoken softly but loudly heard.
Silently she spoke her message of love
just like Jesus speaks love from above.

Silence can be more effective than noise
and all that is said without any poise.
I am so often tempted to shout
and stomp off away so I can pout.

But silence is golden as they have said
when it’s from the heart as well as the head..
What a witness to our world today
to stop shouting and take time to pray.

Wedding For a Poor Couple
By larry r Linville

I was going to a meeting
when a couple came to me
asking me if I’d marry them
but I was late as I could be.

The wedding didn’t take too long
I pushed them toward the door.
They said they couldn’t pay me
but I looked down to the floor

“Help the first person you see
who seems to be in trouble
and then we will be even
in fact, you’ll pay back double.”

As they left I sped away
to get out of town
but hadn’t gone more than a mile
when my car broke down.

When I looked under the hood
I was puzzled at what was wrong.
A car pulled up behind be
and it hadn’t been very long.

The new bridegroom walk up to me
and said he’d take a look
he took his new wife’s bobby pin
and made a little hook.

When he finished his action
the motor started to purr.
The new bride looked at him
and he smiled back at her.

I said, “I guess we’re even”
as he got back in his car
we had both paid it forward
and we’ll never know how far.

“Why Don’t You Act Your Age?”
By larry r linville

When I was young about three or four
I’d cause my parents much rage.
They’d glare at me with a red angry face
asking, “Why don’t you act your age?”


They thought I had regressed in years
Acting more like I was two
and they preferred I acted even older
than the baby thing I would do.

As a teenager this was repeated
when responsibilities I would lack.
In spite of my growing maturity
I seemed be moving back.

“Why don’t you act your age?”
seemed to be a call to act older
And each time I received this challenge
I tried to act even bolder.

Now I’m an old retired man
not wanting to act my age
and it seems that most of my peers
are happy to live in a cage.

I don’t want to sit and complain
about those good old days.
I’d rather run with those who are young
and constantly learn some new ways.

I just can’t let myself act my age
I’ll get old soon enough.
Until that day let me still think young
or at least put up a good bluff.

Glad I’m Not In His Skin
By larry r Linville

See that crazy guy over there?
Sneak a look and please don’t stare.
He’s always thinking he will win
But I’m glad I’m not in his skin.

He has no hair at all they say
But he has some fuzz that’s turning gray.
I see his little cocky grin
And I’m glad I’m not in his skin.

He is so very overweight
Must be from all the food he ate.
He probably thinks he’s really thin
But I’m glad I’m not in his skin.

Now he’s started mocking me
I put a hand upon my knee
And he does the same again
Boy I’m glad I’m not in his skin.

What is that I now hear?
They say I’m looking in a mirror
I guess I must look like his twin
And I’m the one that’s in his skin.

The Empty Pew
By Larry R Linville

She sits in church alone again
her dear husband isn’t there.
She wishes he was with her
so this worship they could share.

She keeps hoping and praying
he will join her someday soon
but he always has excuses
that last each week till noon.

Her father joined her mother
and took her every week
so they could as a family
God’s words and message seek.

She sat between her parents
as they bowed their heads to pray
and listened to the preacher
not always knowing what he’d say.

She looks at the empty seat
and prays a special prayer
that someday in the future
he will be sitting there.

Fifty Year Class Reunion
By Larry R Linville

The old school looks so different
and yet so much the same.
The faces are much older
and hard to match with a name.
As hand shakes and hugs are given
there emerges something from the past
intermingled with lost memories
of those in that special cast
who were in the drama of early life
with whom you walked across the stage
being freed from the forgotten lines
that were once held captive in a cage.
Things that were done years ago
are transformed to present tense
swinging wide the great big gate
allowing you inside the fence.
Inside that fence you’re allowed to graze
on the grassy fields of memories
fertilized by the passing time
as thankfully you go to your knees.

Clouds of Change
By Larry R Linville

Only weeks ago it was so hot
with winds like that of an oven
wrapped in a deep sense of evil
coming from a witch’s coven.

No clouds in the sky to block the sun
seemed like an everyday norm
unless turning to a deep dark black
foretelling the coming of a storm.

Today some light grey wispy clouds
move quickly from north to south
with an occasional patch of blue
like someone breathing through their mouth.

Chilly winds blow the changing leaves
like multi-colored parachutes
so lovingly to the yellow grass
as if they were all in cahoots.

It’s like they give an intermission
between the summer that is going
from the approaching winter days
with its cold season and the snowing.

As robins are harbingers of spring
telling us that change is on the way
these windy clouds come to prepare
our hearts for a much cooler day.

The ducks and geese get the message
and amplify it with their flight
as their v-shaped caravans
are silhouettes in the moonlight.

Today give thanks for what sun there is
popping from clouds once in a while
and zip up your jacket a little
and let your face wear an autumn smile.

The Box
By Larry R Linville

At birth we are placed in a box
and told we must feel at ease.
We’re given pampered attention
which is intended to please.

As we grow the box feels small
and we try to climb outside
with people pulling us back
and tugging knots keeping us tied.

After several such reprimands
we begin to settle back
accepting all the confinement
giving up what we lack.

Those around called “successful”
dwell inside keeping rules they should
but the most creative people
were frowned on as they withstood.

Your box should not be permanent
and should not limit our life.
Never quit planning your escape
even though it brings you strife.

Offering Help
By Larry R Linville


“Do you have any need with which I can help?”
he asked with a sincere smile.
I returned a flippant humorous answer
since that’s my usual style.

Second glance revealed the deep caring eyes
from a man who helped many
as I tried to recover from my cheap humor
which wasn’t worth a penny.

I thought how much better our world would become
if we followed his example
instead of asking what others could do for us
while on their needs we trample.

This attitude helped him become a great teacher
to students of college age
and they must have benefited from his care
and looked to him as a sage.

If you feel like the daily garden you work in
is becoming too full of weeds
why not reach out to a person in your life
and ask to help with their needs?

Mr. Mantis Goes to Church
By Larry R Linville

The praying mantis went to church
to try to improve his praying.
He crawled up to the front row
to hear the words they were saying.

He knew he had the posture down pat
with his forelegs properly bent.
Still he got no answers
to all the prayers he had sent.

He could genuflect with the very best
and he wore liturgical green
moving in the slowest rhythm
anyone has ever seen.

When the preacher read from the Bible
the words seemed so kind
“Ask and it will be given to you,
seek and you will find.”

He went back to his family
to share all he had found.
Now when you’re outside the mantis church
you hear their new praying sound.

They still kneel and fold their arms
but now they sing new hymns
and rock back and forth to the rhythm
properly using their limbs.

Next time you see a mantis
you should watch him for a while.
You may see different action
and wearing a new pious smile.

Music and Religion
By Larry R Linville

I like to listen to music
and I also like to sing.
I play piano with one finger
And tune a guitar string.

I don’t know what’s an augmented
or how to transpose a key.
I just know what I like
and what sounds good to me.

If I have a musical question
I ask someone with a degree
and I trust their education
will help them explain to me.

Many who call themselves Christian
realize what they don’t know.
They know what makes them feel good
and they try to go with the flow.

When they have a religious question
they seek one trained in God’s Word
to think they know just as much
would be so very absurd.

Children’s Questions
By Larry R Linville

A young child asks, “What is that”?
over and over again.
The parent keeps giving answers
while trying to show a warm grin.

Soon the “What” takes a new turn
and become a constant “Why?”
so the parent has to patiently
make a clever reply.

As time passes they stretch the “why”
to a demanding “Why can’t I?”
and the old “because I said so”
seems to no longer fly.

Sometimes the “Why can’t I”
brings with it much family strife.
But that’s what it takes
to prepare the young person for life.

Short Poems
By Larry R Linville

I try to keep my poems short
four stanzas maybe five.
I have to closely choose the words
for the text to be alive.

A short poem’s more likely read
than those which are so long.
A long poem which tells much truth
might just as well be wrong.

Folks who like to read long poems
find short ones more precise
and if they feel it much too short
might as well read it twice.

So here I come to stanza four
I guess it’s time to quit
and if you are disappointed
go off and throw a fit.

Phydoux and the Bark Collar
By Larry R Linville

Things are getting crazy around here. Just because I can communicate by typing on a computer, that doesn’t mean they should make me stop barking. Barking is natural for dogs. English is my second language. Barking is my first language. Do you suppose they are angry with me for learning to type English on the computer?

Anyway, the other day Federal Express arrived and my owner opened the box and there were three collars, one for each of the dogs who run this house. They were pretty and each had a colorful trinket on it. It’s about time we were able to modernize our fashions around here. Our Mommy tenderly put the collars on each of us. She smiled – or maybe she sneered. She spoke tenderly to us and then she went to the sofa to sit down.

I thought it would be polite to bark a pleasant “thank you”, but when I did that silly trinket sent out a strange vibration. All I was able to say was, “Ba….” I was startled. I tried again and it got me again. Mommy said, “Good Boy!” She even gave me a treat. The other dogs tried to bark and they were met with the same trembling feeling in their neck.

I looked at the box and it said it was a “bark collar”. It is used to train your dog not to bark. Now that’s a low blow. I know we bark a lot but we are dogs. It is unnatural for a dog not to bark. Perhaps they should put collars on the birds so they won’t “chirp” and on those cats so they won’t “meow”. Have you ever seen a cow with a collar so they couldn’t “moo”?

All you dogs who think this is cruel and unusual punishment – raise your right paw! It’s unanimous! Get this stupid collar off me. I can’t stop barking cold turkey!
I hope someone comes to the door that wants to sell you something you don’t need, because I’m not going to bark to scare them off. I don’t know what the mailman is going to do without my barking. Please excuse me now. I’m going to crawl up in the corner and pout.

Big Black Fly
By Larry R Linville

A big black fly’s been bothering me.
He has been at it this whole day.
I just went out to mow the lawn
but he thought it was time to play.

When I backed the riding mower out
he started making his assault.
I don’t know why he picked on me
I am sure I was not at fault.


There could have been just one lone fly
it seemed like there were many more
but when you’re mowing and swatting
there is no time for keeping score.

He landed on my nose and ears
and returned to my nose again.
When he landed right upon my lips
I was wondering where he’d been.

Now I’ve finished mowing the yard
and I’ve put the mower away
I have been inside for quite a while
wondering where he’s gone to play.

The Sanctuary

The Sanctuary
By Larry R Linville

I didn’t plan to worship God
as I looked down to the river
but a mother deer walked into view
and my heart began to quiver.

Fifty feet from the river’s bank
she walked up to a water hole
then her twins began to follow
as I watched them down below.

They stood in such stately beauty
showing lines of the finest grace
and they ambled slowing around
as if they owned the entire place.

What were her thoughts as she stood there
allowing her cute babies to play?
Could she have been thankful to God
and have taken her time just to pray?

I said a prayer of thanksgiving
for the beauty God had allowed
for me in this experience
away from the world’s hectic crowd.

I didn’t plan to worship God
but God had created a church
and presented his creation
which I observed from my high perch.

The Lost Poem
By larry r linville

A poem came while I was in the john
but I had nothing to write upon.
My poetic mind was in a groove
and everything began to move

So I reached over to the white roll
of toilet paper as my scroll
and wrote down my inspiration
to share with the entire nation.

I believe that poem was among my best
and it would surely pass the test
with great pride I slowly stood
but soon found that wasn’t very good.

My disappointed heart was crushed
after I absent-mindedly had flushed
that poem that I just wrote in vain
and now it was going down the drain.

Old Men’s Socks
By Larry R Linville

Old fat men bring lots of shocks
not knowing they are laughing stocks
with old plaid short and black dress shoes
and knee length socks of varied hues.

My daughters helped me head this off
with a weird stare and a big fake cough.
then let me know with an impish smile
that this was not the latest style.

When wearing shorts I have no socks
upon my feet inside my crocs
and with a smug look I will stare
at short-wearing men standing there.

If they only had children to warn
that those ugly socks shouldn’t be worn
then they could look cool like I do
and not like animals at the zoo.

What’s Your Problem, Isaiah?
By Larry R Linville

I say, Isaiah
What is bugging you?
You say God’s unhappy?
So what else is new?

Doesn’t like the way
we worship these days.
We seem to follow
the most modern craze.

Sacrifices fail
which we’ve done for years.
Seems that when we talk
God just never hears.

Doesn’t like our music
we sing very loud
he’d rather we serve
the needs of the crowd.

Why is he picky?
Why’s he such a grouch?
Does he expect us
to get off our couch?

We’re not all that bad
we call out his name
even if our actions
never seem to change.

The Air Conditioned Life
By Larry R Linville

It’s so hot we’ve turned on the AC
and closed the house tight as it can be.
It’s now sterile from outside sound
can’t hear anything going round.

I am comfortable here inside
but the outside sounds have been denied.
Like nothing outside exists at all
even when we go down to the mall.

Just step outside on your back porch
when the temp is not like a torch
and you’ll hear the birds as they sing
greeting you like you are a king

That music was there all the time
waiting to touch your life so sublime
but you didn’t hear them – they weren’t there
while you reclined in your easy chair.

Sometime our spiritual house is closed
and God’s sweet music isn’t exposed
because we seek a life of ease
in a cool artificial breeze.

Open the door of your heart my friend
and let God’s spirit with yours blend
so you will hear all that you miss
and feel the joy of God’s graceful bliss.

The Air Conditioned Life
By Larry R Linville

It’s so hot we’ve turned on the AC
and closed the house tight as it can be.
It’s now sterile from outside sound
can’t hear anything going round.

I am comfortable here inside
but the outside sounds have been denied.
Like nothing outside exists at all
even when we go down to the mall.

Just step outside on your back porch
when the temp is not like a torch
and you’ll hear the birds as they sing
greeting you like you are a king

That music was there all the time
waiting to touch your life so sublime
but you didn’t hear them – they weren’t there
while you reclined in your easy chair.

Sometime our spiritual house is closed
and God’s sweet music isn’t exposed
because we seek a life of ease
in a cool artificial breeze.

Open the door of your heart my friend
and let God’s spirit with yours blend
so you will hear all that you miss
and feel the joy of God’s graceful bliss.

When All Is Said and Done

When All Is Said and Done
By larry r Linville

When all is said and done
more is done than said.
When you read a sad book
it is both blue and read.

When a true friend leaves
and is replaced by someone new
your friendship circle hasn’t shrunk
instead, you see, it grew.

When you spend your time on others
time passes very slow
but when you use your time for self
you never know where it will go.

When you say angry words
to the people in your life
all the peacefully opportunities
will convert to times of strife.

When will we come to know
what we should and shouldn’t do?
We find it’s a long process
and we never will be through.

Why

When
By Larry R Linville

When did I lose control
of my emotions?
When did the big lump in my throat
convert into tears down my cheeks?
A man is not supposed to cry
even when he is a boy
as we laugh at those weak girls
whose tears flow like Niagara Falls?
I lost it a little when my father died
and then my brother and my mom
but that was OK I was told.
I lost it more when my kids left home.
I ran off so nobody would see.
And when they got married
the throat lump and tears
were more than I could hide.

But now it’s so bad
it won’t seem to stop
when I see some one in great joy
as I feel what they feel.
my tears stare rudely
at the lump in their throat
when the Titans won that football game
or the Hoosiers won the state
or the Rookie gave the game ball to his dad.

It cleanses my eyes and my heart
and destroys that old lump
so I’m no longer embarrassed.

Rain on the Just and Unjust

Rain on the Just and Unjust
By larry r Linville

The rain falls on the just and unjust
but they may not receive it the same
some may not want it to fall right now
and they look for someone they can blame.

Some see it as a timely blessing
and with thankful hearts they pause to pray
looking for how they can share these joys
after the storm clouds have gone away.

Some seem to drown in their own pity
brought down in the currents of their fears
seeing only the things washed away
increased by the streams of their tears.

Some lives are like a deep reservoir
saving water for a drier day
they still have what it takes to live
when others dried up and blew away.

So it’s not what we receive, my friend,
that brings joy into our life
it depends on the outlook we have
that brings us joy out of strife.

Psalmist at Church Camp

Psalmist at Church Camp
By larry r Linville

What would the ancient psalmist say
if he stood where I’m standing today?
Could he find all the perfect words
about the trees and all the wild birds?

Could he paint that pretty sunset
or the rainbow in the sky set?
Could he describe the majesty
of this place I’m blessed to be?

Would the rain falling on his face
remind him of God’s wondrous grace?
Would the soft breezes in his hair
remind him God’s Spirit is there?

Would Eden’s garden fill his mind
and this blessing to humankind?
He might think it’s so nifty
he’d write a new hundred and fifty.

This work of God’s hand he would see
God’s special gift for you and me.
God is mindful it is true
and gives nature to me and you.

I Was Once Six

The campers last week were first and second graders and it caused me to reflect on being a six year old.


I Was Once Six
By larry r Linville

I’ve forgotten or never knew
what it’s like to be six years old.
I think I was pretty bashful
at least that’s what I’ve been told.

When I see kids that age today
there is such a different tone.
Some want to sit and talk to me
While others want to be alone.

I learned the alphabet at home
from a Crisco can I’d repeat
but kids learn it more quickly
while watching Sesame Street.

I guess kids are always the same
no matter what’s thought by adults.
Perhaps it’s when we’re looking back
that we get other results.

Maybe it’s their curious minds
that make them look for what’s new
as we think in our advanced years
that our days of learning are through.

Christmas at Summer Camp

Christmas at Summer Camp
By larry r Linville

They came to camp on a hot July day
with sweat running down each face
expecting a subject equally hot
on the topic about God’s grace.

They entered the cabin and stood in shock
puzzled by all they could see
decorations all over the place
and in a corner, a Christmas tree.

Had the staff gone crazy from the heat?
We have Christmas when it’s cold.
Who in their right mind would celebrate
how could they be so bold?

The went on studying Jesus’ birth
shared in a non-hectic time.
No hustle and bustle and searching for gifts
but the soft story shared so sublime.

Christmas in July brought a fresh breeze
cooling the hot weather outside
preparing in the heart of each camper
a place for the babe to reside.

Last Day At Camp

Last Morning At Camp
By Larry R Linville

Sun is rising at the camp
Leaves sparkle their dewy damp
Birds sing special melody
If I listen it’s for me

Squirrels climbing up a tree
To the drone of bumble bee
Fish are jumping in the lake
As the bull frogs start to wake

Scents of wild flowers in the air
Telling me they are still there
From a tree some walnuts fall
Reminding me they are tall

I don’t miss auto’s roar
Can’t hear honking any more
Sirens in the distant past
And no one is driving fast

It’s been good to get away
And I’d really like to stay
To the rat race I must go
But I think I’ll go real slow

The Tree

The Tree
By Larry R Linville

See that tree standing in that spot?
Could’ve been planted by likely not.
A flying bird might have dropped a seed
and a sapling grew up like a weed.

A farmer with his mighty ax
left it there so he could relax.
When he came back the tree had grown
and looked so good he left it alone.

As it grew taller its limbs spread wide
and it stretched toward heaven with such pride.
It’s leaves danced with joy in a slight breeze
and branches shivered in winter’s freeze.

So many places it could have stood
and each place might have been as good
but the place it occupies today
must be where it was meant to stay.

Kilmer said God can make a tree
but poets reflect on them you see
and all the poems that we may write
can’t really express our great delight.

Arriving Early

Arriving Early
By Larry R Linville

I have a habit that’s very bad
had it since I was a lad.
I never want to show up late
and I share this habit with my mate.

You never know when you’ll be delayed
walking in like a big parade
because there was traffic trouble
from a road filled with trash and rubble.

I don’t want to receive the hate
of those people who have to wait
for me so they can start the meeting
or even worse – to start their eating.

I get there early so I won’t worry
rushing around in a great big hurry
only to arrive the very first
so I won’t be the one that’s cursed.

Through the years I’ve wasted much time
feeling like the victim of a crime
because I’ve sat there for hours hating
the fact that I’m the one who’s waiting.

Phydoux on a Diet

Phydoux on a Diet.
By Larry r. Linville

I think it’s a conspiracy! My vet is sadistic and she has convinced my owners to join in the plot. They say I’m too fat and need to lose weight. Baloney--- oh that sounds good! Anything sounds good right now. I’m starving. My ribs are rubbing against each other. Oh, ribs sounds good – with plenty of sauce!

In the days of my ancestors we were on our own. We weren’t penned up and we could go out and hunt for all the food we wanted. They could catch a rabbit or a squirrel with no trouble. Now we are inside the house all day. That has never been a problem because I always had a bowl with dog food in it. Now the taste of that dog food is another issue but at least it fills my stomach. You know I always got the cheapest dog food at Walmart.

I also learned how to do cute things and get “treats.” They weren’t the best treats but they were the best you could get cheap at Walmart. Cuteness also could get me some food from the table. Those crusts from pizza aren’t bad, especially when they have some sauce on them.

Now I get a small amount of food in the morning so I have nothing to eat again until my small cup I get in the evening. I feel like I’m being abused. Starvation is abuse. If I don’t eat it all, they take my bowl up and I can finish it in the evening.

I think everything is ironic because the adults in my house are all overweight but I’m on a diet. I wish the vet was fat but she isn’t. I have to sit around and watch the adults all eat three big meals a day and snack on sweets between meals. Their doctor told them they should lose weight but you don’t see them eat a small bowl of food twice a day. It isn’t right!

The only hope I have to get more food is to sit under the table and grab any food that falls to the floor. I’ve found it’s better to be near Daddy’s side of the table because he misses his mouth more often. I lick the floor to get every last taste but sometimes I get a splinter in my tongue

I have to watch the TV and see all the food advertised. Once in a while there is a bad commercial about how it’s important to keep you dog slim, but most of the commercials look so good. That is torture.

They say I should exercise but nobody here will take me for a walk. They open the door to the back yard and shout, “Phydoux, go exercise!” They climb on their Wii fit plus when they could be walking me around the neighborhood.

I don’t know how much I have to lose but I’m fearful I will be on a diet the rest of my life – just like they are supposed to be. If anyone has some spare food, would you pleased throw it over the fence in the back yard. I guarantee I will be able to smell it and get to it.

Two Youth Groups

Two Youth Groups
By larry r Linville

A youth group had its weekly meeting
to learn scripture and do some eating.
They did some bible competition
to keep in spiritual condition.

There were long trips they had to take
so they sold food they had to bake.
They were proud of scripture they could quote
and it made their big egos float.

Another youth group met every week
with actions that seemed to be so meek.
They too had sales at the church front door
to raise funds so they could help the poor.

They fixed houses and applied some paint
and worked so hard they would nearly faint.
The scriptures they were slow to find
but they tried to help the sick and blind.

Although the scripture is good to know
it needs action if it is to grow
and those who can’t quote chapter and verse
can take God’s love to lives that are worse.

Storm in a Country Church

Storm in a Country Church
By larry r Linville

He was the guest evangelist
at a small country church
which he left to find early
so he’d have time to search.

Down gravel roads he traveled
and across rickety bridges
through the deep rocky gullies
and along the tops of ridges.

A storm arose while he preached
with much lightning and thunder
the bright electric display
proclaimed God’s awesome wonder.

With one big lightning flash
the church’s lights all went out
he asked them to stay quiet
and said, “Don’t even shout!”

Then he said, “Congregation,
just lift your hands up high.
Don’t ask me any questions
and don’t even ask me why.”

Every hand was lifted up
as the rain fell on the lawn
then, to their greatest surprise
every light came back on.

The old preacher looked at them
wearing a big silly smirk
and said, “That proves the saying,
many hands make light work!”

Baseball With My Dad

Baseball With My Dad
By larry r linville

My dad had little time just to rest
but he did not work on Sunday.
We did not yet have television
so the Sabbath was his fun day.

I missed my favorite radio
so he could hear a baseball game
and at the age of twelve I learned
I, his baseball, buddy became.

I listened to the Cardinals with him
as he cheered for Slaughter and Stan.
Before the season was completed
I became a real Cardinal fan.

We listened as Stan hit five homers
on a Sunday with back to back games.
“It was because we were listening,”
with a big smile my father claims.

Dad’s been gone forty five years
but I know I sat with him today
and watched the Cardinals play a game
so in thanksgiving I think I’ll pray.

He wasn’t here physically
but I felt his spirit so near.
Perhaps we’ll watch another game
on Father’s Day in another year.

Who

Who
By larry r Linville

Who will gain from my thoughts
If I fail to write them down?
Who will miss some humor
If I am not a clown?

Who will miss a blessing
If I don’t try to give
And offer up my time
In things to help them live?

Who will find things lacking
If I decide to wait
Or if I ignore them
And leave things up to fate?

Who will not have a guide
If I don’t lead the way
By thought, word, and action
And taking time to pray?

Who gave themselves for me
In all my times of strife
So I could clearly see
Directions for my life?

The Bus Ride

The Bus Ride
By larry r Linville

Got on a bus in Saint Paul
Had not rode in many years
Sat with a very young man
And lent him my friendly ears.

“Where you headed?” I asked him
With a puzzled look he said
“Fine, thank you!” and I wondered
Where this conversation had led.

The bus stopped very often
It seemed like in every town
I looked to see how he was
And he never wore a frown.

He got on from one of the stops
And it was getting very cold
He wanted to say something
But he didn’t look very bold

He said, “It’s getting cold outside”
And I didn’t know what to do
He speaks English I noticed
And I said, “Fine thank you.”

Ray the Raindrop

Ray the Raindrop
By larry r Linville

The first thing Ray remembered
was floating on a fluffy cloud
with the soft winds whistling
but they were not very loud.

Ray saw other droplets floating
all enjoying their lofty view
not knowing where they were going
unaware of when they’d be through.

His little cloud began to grow
and became a darker shade
with wind speed on the increase
as those little droplets played.

With a great bright lightning bolt
and big loud roar of thunder
Ray and his fellow droplets
began to fall from up yonder.

Landing on a green blade of grass
he ran slowly across the lawn
and slid quickly into a ditch
then into the sewer he had gone.

Ray soon had lots of new friends
that were joining as they progressed
with the sound of a great big roar
of a larger river, they guessed.

The bigger river welcomed them
and another larger than that
Ray saw people with fishing poles
all along the shores where they sat.

He ended up in an ocean
with the waves tossing him around
finally pushing him up to land
on a beach with soft sandy ground.

At last he could bask in sunshine
away from the rain droplet crowd
as he soon was lifted upward
where he found himself on a cloud.

Evelyn's Altar Call

Evelyn’s Altar Call
By larry r Linville

She was teacher of the young women’s class
in the choir loft behind the pulpit.
She prepared to show them God’s great love
and identify sin as the culprit.

Her dedication came as a deep call
real as any preacher ever heard
And daily she prepared for each Sunday’s
opportunity to get into God’s Word.

Cancer, which she defeated once, came back
to battle with her a second round
but she taught as long as she was able
letting God’s love and grace freely abound.

I was a student pastor whom she blessed
while I made a weekly visit to see
how she had made it through the present week
but she turned the conversation to me.

While preaching her funeral I knew what to say.
Her dedicated life became the text
from there the scripture flowed like a river
going from each of God’s truths to the next.

When I came to the final words that day
and I left nothing out – I’d said it all.
I had used the great witness of her faith
which extended Evelyn’s altar call.

Relativity of Time

Relativity of Time
By larry r Linville

Time is such an elusive thing,
it differs with each one’s perspective.
We are never given a text book
containing our special directive.

A youth spends time looking forward,
drivers license, college and career,
hopes to receive the voice of success
which so many people never hear.

A retiree looks at memories
of joyous events in the past
while stopping so he can lament
why the joys never seem to last.

Back and forward, forward and back
so much in the present we miss
always looking for what we lack
that would give our lives great bliss.

The rare person can sometimes be found
in people whose lives we can track.
The youth who looks back and goes forward,
the old moving forward from the back.

Class Reunion at the Nursing Home

Class Reunion at the Nursing home
By Larry R Linville

She was attacked by an enemy
euphemistically called a stroke
which attempted to rob her body
in its tasteless sadistic joke.

This cowardly attack on her
couldn’t steal innocence in her eyes
which had helped her capture the hearts
of all her classmate girls and guys.

Each classmate walked in and said their name
and asked if she could remember
starting classes at the old high school
every year in the warm September.

She looked into each caring face
of every person of her squad
and reached back in her memory
then gave each a slow moving nod.

What was going on in her head
as she saw each classmate pass by?
Was she happy they visited her
or was she just wanting to cry?

Did they come so they could cheer her up
or just to see her on display?
Did they succeed in their effort
before going their separate way?

And as they left with feelings mixed
aware they could each be in her place
they gave thanks for their own health
and asked God to give her much grace.

Barber Shop Gone

Barber Shop Gone
By Larry R Linville

Barber shop’s gone where I once went
but that doesn’t bother me.
My hair is like that barber shop
because it’s gone too, you see.

The shop filled up each Saturday
with the chairs holding shaggy guys
each one was waiting for his turn
while they all told their great big lies.

They talked about last night’s ball games
in the high schools from all around.
Those whose teams won were very loud
and those who lost a softer sound.

I had a part back in those days
and sometimes wore a crew cut.
But when I got a new duck tail
I really walked with a strut.

Yes, the old barber shop is gone
and when I drive by I recall
how much better I must look now
though I have no hair at all.

Our Words

Our Words
By Larry Linville

Does Jesus like what he hears today?
Is he unhappy at what we say?
He told his followers not to judge
and never carry around a grudge.

We say bad things about our friends.
The criticism never ends.
If there’s something in it for us
we’ll help them without any fuss
but when they seem a little strange
we try their downfall to arrange.
It doesn’t matter what Jesus taught
we can abuse them and not get caught.
We learn how to quote holy phrases
while inside the fire of hate blazes.
Our humility we ought to shed.
Weakness is something we deeply dread.
Out of context scripture we recite
to boost our belief that “might makes right.”

Oh God we hope you will forgive
and help us know how we should live.
May your spirit give unity
so our lives may be truly free.

You're Not My Friend

You’re Not My Friend
By Larry R. Linville

I try to do all I should do
but I just can’t satisfy you.
I can try so hard just to please
but you hang here like a disease.

When I feel like it’s all in vain
and you place me in such a strain
you ease up and allow me hope
that once again I can cope.

You play me like a cat and mouse
tight in your paws then run the house.
You let me think I have you licked
then again I learn I’ve been tricked.

I wish I could send you away
so far that you would have to stay
but I know that I’m stuck with you
no matter what I try to do.

Your appetite grows every day
taking more of my friends away.
You think you will always beat us
since your name is diabetes.

Fifty Year Reunion

Fifty Year Class Reunion
By Larry R. Linville

The night we graduated
as those sixteen gals and guys
Sharing high aspirations
reaching way up to the skies.

Didn’t want to say good bye
but knew we had to go.
One day we’d see each other
and each of us could crow.

We’d share our accomplishments
perhaps we would stretch the truth
laughing over our antics
back when we were naïve youth.

The time has passed so quickly
as we gather to reune
and we ask how fifty years
could fly by so very soon.

Now our hair is gray or gone.
Our bodies are not the same
as we talk to each strange face
with such a familiar name.

We miss those who are not here
and pause to say a prayer
for those who’ve gone before us
wishing they we here to share.

So let us leave each other
and go back to where we came
knowing we are all different
but we’re also much the same.

Wrong John Or Not?

Wrong John Or Not?
By Larry R Linille

I entered a restroom the other day.
No one screamed and I heard no one say
“You’re in the wrong place, you’re not a girl!”
So I didn’t have to turn and whirl.

I noticed as I looked everywhere
there was no white urinal hanging there.
There was a green door to one lone stall.
Didn’t know if I should laugh or bawl.

I stumbled back and opened the door
to check the sign before doing more.
Printed on the sign was the word “Men”
so I confidently went in again.

I did my “duty” and washed and dried
and walked out with a face full of pride.
Once more I’d avoided a great fear
although it seemed I’d come very near.

Somebody smiled at me as they quipped
that I should know my pants were unzipped.
I made the adjustment just as I should
and ran out the door as quick as I could.

Paved Paradise and Put Up a Parking Lot

Paved Paradise and Put Up a Parking Lot
By Larry R Linville

I’m in a shopping center
with no tree for many miles.
People driving by my car
wearing faces without smiles.

There are no gentle breezes
and the sun is very hot.
I hear some sirens wailing
but I don’t know who they caught.

This was once a green pasture
with trees to give cool shade.
There was so much peacefulness
where little baby horses played.

There was no honking of loud horns
shrill noises were never heard.
Instead there came a gentle “moo”
and the chirping of a bird.

This doesn’t feel like progress
as it is advertised to be.
It feels more like I’m in a jail
just longing to be set free.

Let me start my car and go
to the country miles away
where I can find the setting
for a perfect place to pray.

When I’m there fill my mem’ry
with things which my life bless.
Then may I stand in joy
and proclaim my happiness.

Reflections on Fifty Years of Ministry

On May 7, 1960 I received my license to preach. On the eve of my 50th anniversary I put together this reflective poem.

Reflections on Fifty Years of Ministry
By Larry R Linville

When I was a child of twelve
I felt God called me to preach.
Didn’t know what it involved
nor what it would take to reach.

Had I known how hard it was
to reach my intended goal
I might have lost my courage
snd not been able to grow.

I preached my way through college
and I was still unafraid.
One time I thought I should quit
but God blessed me and I stayed.

I’ve done it fifty years now
even though I’m now part time.
I’ve survived every valley
and mountains I had to climb.

I’ve prayed with folks in trouble
and danced with those in their joys.
I’ve spent time with the old ones
and with the young girls and boys.

I have moved from church to church
whose salaries kept me humble
and when I overvalued myself
I usually took a tumble.

I guess God is not through with me
as I take time to reflect.
I’ll keep on serving as I can
not knowing what to expect.

More Arms Needed

More Arms Needed
By Larry R Linville

I took both dogs to see the vet
to have their yearly test.
We were going back to the car
when I became very stressed.

With a leash in each of my hands,
a handful you would agree,
the leashes tangled in a knot
completely frustrating me.

Then the wind blew off my cap
and as I made a desperate chase
my pants started to fall down
causing me to have a red face.

With one hand I held one leash
my second hand held the other
somehow I freed one of my hands
so my pants I could gather.

I stepped on my cap to stop it
while I pulled up my pants.
As I put it on my head
I looked to see who saw my dance.

It’s hard to run dragging two dogs
with your pants falling down.
But since nobody saw me
it wasn’t the talk of the town.

Heavenly Composer

Heavenly Composer
By Larry R Linville

Who wrote the songs the birds sing?
Those tune that so sweetly ring
a beautiful symphony
sung from the limbs of a tree.

The low bass notes of the crows
sounds like it’s sung through the nose.
The woodpecker’s percussion beat
with the swallow’s simple tweet.

The fluty sound of the wren
and oboe cackle of a hen.
The duck brings a trumpet blast
as the lark sings very fast.

The loon sings like a French horn
eerie notes that sound forlorn.
The bullfrog tries a big joke
sings it’s deep rhythmic croak.

The whippoorwill’s woodwind tone
sings its solo all alone
While all the sounds we have heard
are mimicked by the mockingbird.

The scripture says that God knows
everywhere the sparrow goes.
He must compose from above
to give us music of His love.

Granddaughter's Picture

Granddaughter’s Picture
By Larry R. Linville

Your picture’s on the television
taken back when you were three.
A great big smile is on your face
as your arms squeeze tight on me.

My smile is just as big as yours
as we pose there cheek to cheek
and as I view this picture now
I can almost hear you speak.

I’m so proud of what are now
and what you’ll become some day
but great nostalgia fills my heart
of days when we went out to play.

I know I must be content each day
to look at that picture and smile
taking the time for a thanksgiving prayer
for those moments in life so worthwhile.

Emmaus Today

Emmaus Today
By Larry R. Linville

Emmaus wasn’t a great town
as far as I’m aware
but somewhere along that road
something happened there.

Two walked that road all alone
as sad as they could be
when a stranger walked with them
but their blind eyes couldn’t see.

It seemed to them he must be dumb
and very out of touch
with their recent tragedy
which caused them to hurt so much.

He shared with them a simple meal
and when he broke the bread
they felt their hearts strangely warmed
understanding what he’d said.

Any road can be Emmaus
when we become aware of God
and follow all the pathways
where Jesus has already trod.

Maintaining Inspiration

I attened a "Walk to Emmaus" last weekend. I've been on several of these events and it's easy to ignore the newness each time and get in a rut. I penned this poem at the beginning as a prayer to God to help me be as open as I was the first time I attended. God answered the prayer.

Maintaining Inspiration
By Larry R. Linville

I’ve done this thing so many times.
The first was so inspiring.
Each time increases the distance
and can become so tiring.

I can’t create inspiration.
It’s given me as a gift
but if it is not nurtured
it can lose it’s upward lift.

Everything that is of value
must be used or it goes away.
So we must remember often
and invest time when we pray.

I start this weekend once again
aware that it can really make
a new impression on my heart
and my apathy it will shake.

Open now this vessel, Lord,
and excite my soul again.
They’ve rung the opening bell
and I’m ready to begin.

Reflections on Lent

I'd like to take a little time to reflect on my recent project of a poem each day during Lent.
I have never tried anything like this. Many times I have "given up" things for Lent but this extra effort was frightening when I started. By committing myself to place in on this blog so I was "answerable" was not easy.

I made it and I am surprised how much it benefitted me spiritually. I hope the poem blessed those of you where checked in. During Lent I had over 800 "hits" on this blog. That is mind blowing.

Now that Easter is over, I turn my eyes forward. I don't know what will happen with poetry. I'm sure I won't be doing one a day. I may even have times when I go "dry" for a time. I do know that poetry has become a real blessing to me and I thank God for helping me find it.

Procrastination

Procrastination
By Larry R. Linville

My schedule’s been extremely full
don’t even have time to shoot the bull.
No poetry writing now for me
work’s piled as high as I can see.

Whose fault is it for this strange fate?
Where did I learn to procrastinate?
I have learned it well that’s for sure
in ways that will really endure.

I try my best to organize
because no one will sympathize.
I got a new “Dummies” book
but haven’t taken time to look.

In fact the book is missing now
it seems I’ve lost it, but I don’t know how.
The book can’t do me any good
when I don’t read it like I should.

I should write a lot of things in verse
But that means I would have to rehearse
so this is all I have to say
I’ll finish up some other day.

Lenten Devotion for Holy Saturday

They had seen their Savior crucified
and buried in a sepulcher.
They felt life had come to an end
and knew not how they’d endure.

Some may have hid all alone
others may have cried together
all wrapped up in their shared grief
like a spell of awful weather.

Women’s nature was to nurture
and they tried to do their best
but it’s hard to nurture others
when you’re facing such a test.

“We have to make the most of it,”
I’m sure someone must have said
but they could not hide the fact
that their loved one was dead.

We know what was ahead of them
the morning of the next day
but they had no idea
and all they could do was pray.

When your life seems as helpless
as the followers had to face
reach back to the faith you have
and depend of God loving grace.

Devotion for Good Friday - Peter Denies Jesus

John 18:27 “Again Peter denied it, and at that moment the cock crowed.”

“Before the cock crows, “ Jesus said
“you will betray me three times.”
Out of nowhere that rooster crowed
as loud as the largest chimes.

As Peter looked away in shock
he saw Jesus standing there
looking straight into his heart
and noticing that big tear.

He was upset with himself
because he knew he had failed
to do what he swore he’d do
evil in his life prevailed.

He had depended on himself
like he had done so often.
Perhaps it took the crowing bird
to get his heart to soften.

When we, like Peter, make a boast
of what we alone can do
we don’t give room for God’s Spirit
when our life we would renew.

He overcame this failure
and all the disciples he led
as the church was given birth
and through the world it was spread.

Devotion for Maundy Thursday

John 13:1
Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.

He loved his disciples to the end
to the bitter end we might say.
He loved them so deeply
when he went to the garden to pray.

He knew his hour had come to depart
and leave all those he had trained.
Not leaving them with a great loss
but finding how much they had gained.

He didn’t run when the going was rough
he stayed the course to its end.
He knew he couldn’t turn his back
on those who called him “friend.”

Devotion for Wednesday of Holy Week

John 13:31-35
When he had gone out, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man has been glorified, and God has been glorified in him. If God has been glorified in him, God will also glorify him in himself and will glorify him at once. Little children, I am with you only a little longer. You will look for me; and as I said to the Jews so now I say to you, ‘Where I am going, you cannot come.’ I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”

A new commandment he gave to them
and thus he gives to us today.
He didn’t throw away the “law”
just steered it in a different way.

We’re not disciples by a pedigree
or all the things that we achieve
but rather with the love we show
and help other people to believe.

He calls us not to a simple love
but to love as he has loved us.
It is a love we demonstrate
and not love we just discuss.

A commandment not to dominate
but one which will set us free.
It’s not a form of coercion
or placed in a legal decree.

You can’t make others believe you
are following by the words you say
but you can bring them along with you
by letting love guide you on your way.

Can Larry Come Outside and Play?

Can Larry Come Outside and Play?
By Larry R Linville

“Mrs. Linville,” the neighbor kids asked,
“Can Larry come outside and play?”
Grandma said, “I’ll ask his parents,
how long they are going to stay.”

“Mrs. Linville,” the neighbor kids asked,
“Can Larry come outside to play?”
His mother slowly shook her head,
“He has chores, ask again some other day.”

“Mrs. Linville,” the classmates asked,
“Can Larry come outside to play?”
“He’s away at college,” his mother said,
“He left for classes yesterday.”

“Mrs. Linville,” some children asked,
“Can Larry come outside to play?”
His wife said, “He’s a preacher now
and he has to take this time to pray.”

Mrs. Linville, Larry sadly asked,
“Can I go outside to play?”
His wife said, “You’re retired now
but the kids have all gone away.”

Devotion for Tuesday of Holy Week

John 12:20-26
Now among those who went up to worship at the festival were some Greeks. They came to Philip, who was from Bethsaida in Galilee, and said to him, “Sir, we wish to see Jesus.” Philip went and told Andrew; then Andrew and Philip went and told Jesus. Jesus answered them, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Those who love their life lose it, and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me, and where I am, there will my servant be also. Whoever serves me, the Father will honor.

They came to Philip with a request
perhaps seeking to be blessed.
“We wish to see Jesus” they said
not knowing what was ahead.

Philip went to brother Andrew
to ask him what they should do
and they went to give Jesus the word
of this request they had just heard.

People ask the same of us today
but we often look the other way
and miss this opportunity
to lead them where they want to be.

“We would see Jesus” may not be
the words they say to you and me
yet if we listen when they speak
we can help find what they seek.

devotion for Monday of Holy Week

John 12:1-5
Six days before the Passover Jesus came to Bethany, the home of Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. There they gave a dinner for him. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those at the table with him. Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed Jesus’ feet, and wiped them with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), said, “Why was this perfume not sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?”

She anointed Jesus’ feet
with perfume that was expensive
but old hard-hearted Judas
found the act to be offensive.

He thought she was so wasteful
throwing her money away
and he couldn’t understand
tt was one way she could pray.

He just saw material things
while she acted from hear heart
he thought she was so crazy
but he thought that he was smart.

He didn’t care about the poor
it was only an excuse
because the love of money
his soul fell to its abuse.

Her great generosity
calls from us our very best
and leads us to commitment
when we’re in a time of test.

Ready for Holy Week

As you recall, I don't write a poem for the Sunday's of Lent.
I pause today ready to go into the last week.
I am amazed that we have had 730 visits to this blog since Ash Wednesday. Amazing!

Tonight I will post the devotional poem for Monday and Holy week and my project will conclude with my posting of the Holy Saturday poem.

I cannot express how helpful this has been for me as a discipline. I couldn't allow myself to fail. By promising to post the poems here, I made myself vulnerable and I'm glad I did.

I don't know who has read the poems, but I hope you were blessed and it helped you during your Lenten disciplines.

Lenten Devotion for March 27 - Blind Man

Mark 10:46-52

They came to Jericho. As he and his disciples and a large crowd were leaving Jericho, Bartimaeus son of Timaeus, a blind beggar, was sitting by the roadside. When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout out and say, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” Many sternly ordered him to be quiet, but he cried out even more loudly, “Son of David, have mercy on me!” Jesus stood still and said, “Call him here.” And they called the blind man, saying to him, “Take heart; get up, he is calling you.” So throwing off his cloak, he sprang up and came to Jesus. Then Jesus said to him, “What do you want me to do for you?” The blind man said to him, “My teacher, let me see again.” Jesus said to him, “Go; your faith has made you well.” Immediately he regained his sight and followed him on the way.

He was blind when he called out to Christ
with a faith that believed he would see
and Jesus said to the sighted
tell him to come here beside me.

He didn’t slowly stumble to Jesus
but jumped up and came on a run
believing that Jesus could heal him
because he thought he was God’s Son.

When his eyes began being restored
and he saw everything on the way
he followed Jesus the rest of his life
and never would his faith let him stray.

Lenten Devotion for March 26 - Are You Able?

Mark 10: 35-40

James and John, the sons of Zebedee, came forward to him and said to him, “Teacher, we want you to do for us whatever we ask of you.” And he said to them, “What is it you want me to do for you?” And they said to him, “Grant us to sit, one at your right hand and one at your left, in your glory.” But Jesus said to them, “You do not know what you are asking. Are you able to drink the cup that I drink, or be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?” They replied, “We are able.” Then Jesus said to them, “The cup that I drink you will drink; and with the baptism with which I am baptized, you will be baptized; but to sit at my right hand or at my left is not mine to grant, but it is for those for whom it has been prepared.”

James and John were seeking glory
at the head table they wished to sit.
Jesus quickly informed they both
it was not his choice to permit.

“Are you able” he asked if they could
suffer the things they would have to face.
They said so strongly that they could
but did know what they would embrace.

It’s easy for us in the church today
to try to get what we desire
without giving serious thought
to the sacrifice it would require.

The question for us if we will serve
is what we can do that is good
rather than what is in it for us
which helps when that’s understood

Lenten Devotion for March 25 - rich young man

Mark 10:17-22
As he was setting out on a journey, a man ran up and knelt before him, and asked him, “Good Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?” Jesus said to him, “Why do you call me good? No one is good but God alone. You know the commandments: ‘You shall not murder; You shall not commit adultery; You shall not steal; You shall not bear false witness; You shall not defraud; Honor your father and mother.’” He said to him, “Teacher, I have kept all these since my youth.” Jesus, looking at him, loved him and said, “You lack one thing; go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.” When he heard this, he was shocked and went away grieving, for he had many possessions.

He was seeking eternal life
an escape from his daily strife.
He’d been good as good can be
but he didn’t feel very free.

Jesus looked at him with great love.
The kind that comes from God above
and gave to him a suggestion
but we walked away with a question.

Possessions had control of him
filling his heart up to the brim.
He couldn’t let go and wouldn’t try
to give God the proper reply.

We may not have a lot of things
like money and fancy rings
but we may have other treasures
that give us worthless pleasures.

Lenten Devotion for March 24 - out of the depths

Psalm 130

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord.
Lord, hear my voice! Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications!
If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities, Lord, who could stand?
But there is forgiveness with you, so that you may be revered.
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning.
O Israel, hope in the Lord! For with the Lord there is steadfast love, and with him is great power to redeem.
It is he who will redeem Israel from all its iniquities.

Have you ever been this low in your life?
David grieves the loss of his son
with guilt adding to his grief
in a life that is coming undone.

His iniquities seemed like a big pile
stacked as high as anyone could see.
He reached out to a forgiving God
waiting and asking to be set free.

In his grief he felt in his heart
that God has the power to redeem
and forgiveness from the God of love
had become his desperate dream.

No matter how life may knock us down
and smother us in deep despair
David would tell us to “wait on God”
who loves us and is always there.

Lenten Devotion for March 23 - I lift up my eyes

Psalm 121

I lift up my eyes to the hills— from where will my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade at your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life. The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time on and forevermore.

We look all around for the help we need.
There’s so much help that seems to mislead.
Where are the hills for our eyes to explore?
Perhaps not a hill but a quiet shore.

The psalmist has such a deep belief
which was a comfort in time of grief.
Experience proved the words to be true
during the ages for me and for you.

May you stay close to the God he found then
so you can stand an add your amen.
May God keep your going out and in
helping you live a life free of sin.

Lenten Devotion for March 22 - We're Number One

Mark 9: 33-37

Then they came to Capernaum; and when he was in the house he asked them, “What were you arguing about on the way?” But they were silent, for on the way they had argued with one another who was the greatest. He sat down, called the twelve, and said to them, “Whoever wants to be first must be last of all and servant of all.” Then he took a little child and put it among them; and taking it in his arms, he said to them, “Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes not me but the one who sent me.”


We’re number one! We’re number one!
We are the favorite of God’s Son!
He likes us so much more than you
you’ll see it before we are through.

Seems silly when we look back at them
build up selves while other condemned.
Yet it’s a big temptation today
bragging when we should humbly pray.

If we would be great we must serve
others without an ounce of reserve
welcoming them like we would a child
with treatment that is very mild.

When we share love with one another
we show love to Jesus, our brother.
For the God who gave Jesus to us
wants us to follow with the fuss.

Resurrection break

Well, I said I would not write a poem for the Sunday's of Lent because Sundays are "little easters." It's good for me to reflect on this. I am so thankful the Spirit has enabled me to keep my commitment. I cannot explain how helpful this has been for my spiritual growth. I'm also thrilled that the blog has had over 600 "hits" since Lent began. That encourages me.

I write this early in the morning with many inches of snow on the ground at the beginning of spring. I do not preach today, but I will be attending worship. I look forward to the music and scripture and the words of my pastor this morning.

Later tonight, I'll post the poem for tomorrow.

Bird Flying In Snow

Bird Flying in Snow
By Larry Linville

What is it like
Oh little bird
To fly when it snows?
I’ve never heard.

Do you dodge the flakes
Falling in the sky
Or fly straight ahead
And pass them by?

Do you see others
There by your side
Or lose sight of them
And finally collide?

It looks so fun
Wish I could go
To fly with you
In a big snow.