Hidden traps to fall into
Hidden walls we can’t see through
Hidden facts we didn’t know
Hidden places we can’t go
Unseen forces fighting for us
Unseen strength to do what we must
Unseen faith and hope each day
Unseen light to guide the way
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Three Ships
I saw a ship come sailing in
I thought it was for me
I rowed out in my little boat
To meet my ship at sea
When I got there, ‘twas a mirage
With nowhere for my grasp to lodge
A holographic hope collage
Fake things that cannot be
Then came a ship fast on my stern
That one was real enough
It brought great winds and stormy skies
And billowing waves so rough
All I could do was try to float
Bailing water from my boat
As pain and trials round me smote
To call my dreaming bluff
In clearing skies a third ship came
After the storm did break
From distant sea it beckoned me
To follow in its wake
It shows the way where few have gone
With guiding light it leads me on
In faith to sail through night to dawn
How e’er long it may take
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Twisted Whiskers
Unique New York, new squeak to torque
He knew she threw three free throws
We shall surely see the sun shine soon
For wetter weather gets harder as it goes
Rugged rubber baby buggy bumpers
Full of yellow leather feather flight
By the worsted switch of an Irish wristwatch
We light a nightlight for a night like tonight
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Marblehead Light
I stand in utter darkness, thick and deep
Below, the rough waves crash on endlessly
Around me, stinging wind and cold rain weep
And yet I set my eyes in faith before me
For the one hope in this uncertainty
And there it comes, a beam of clear green light
In steadfast rhythm shines on fearlessly
A compass beacon sent to land and sea
The faithful lighthouse guides worn travelers through the night
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All Things New
I will not walk that road again
I will not walk it, not begin
I will not do what I did when
I turned onto it way back then
I will not sing that song once more
I will not sing it, not restore
The past of loss that came before
I will not let its false notes soar
I will not think those thoughts anew
I will not think them, not review
I will not drag my present through
What’s passed away, no longer true
But I will walk a brand new way
And I will sing new songs today
And I will think and I will say
To in the fresh, whole present stay
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May Morning
The heavy brush of morning mist
Rolls across my skin
As pink and orange clouds’ fingertips
Stretch to the day begin
The birds shout out their joyful cheer
The morning now to greet
And sun-touched roses open wide
Their fragrance warm and sweet
Oh to catch the mist that holds
The scents, the hues, the song
And keep it in a bottle
To sip the winter long
