Escape Artists

My cats are wannabe escape artists
They dream of being outside cats,
but they’re not.
That does not stop them from trying though.
Every day when my wife and I get home,
they try to get out.
Sometimes, they double-team us,
figuring with our attention divided
they could finally succeed.
Sometimes they get out as far as the porch
and freeze,
as if utterly awestruck at their own accomplishment.
They have tried this enough times
that finally the day came
where one of them managed to escape detection,
slipping past us into the front yard.
My wife was the first to notice, but not until the following morning.
She walked around the house with a can of tuna,
then outside the house.
Finally the cat appeared, covered in cobwebs while trying to seek shelter
from the elements.

We’re not all that different from out feline friends.
We go against ourselves, telling ourselves we are this or that
when we’re not.
God entertains us for a time,
but eventually the truth hits the fan.
And we wander back a little wiser,
with our own tale of woe to tell.
Still, God is patient and kind and has a can of tuna ready.
We’re His after all.
He always is glad to see us return.

Riding in the Car with Roger

We met outside church,

you sang those songs you wrote with an old country twang

Susan gave you her coat

Katie and I drove you to Ingles

We talked about God and Jesus and YouTube

You bought us cookies and Coca Cola

and then we dropped you off

outside Homeward Bound.


At the time we met,

you were thinking of driving out to California,

but I’m glad you’re thinking about staying.

The world needs more people like you.

Peace, Brother!

People fight, they do

it’s part of life

but it doesn’t have to define us

We fight today, we make up tomorrow

We fight not to divide but to wake up the senses,

we want peace to win


There’s a time to clench fists

and a time to let go

Me? I’ve lost all the sensation down there

The blood vessels are too restricted


So, I’m letting go

Let’s shake hands

Peace brother,

God be with you!

Getting Old

Getting old is interesting,

to say the least.

You feel the antics of your youth,

in your neck and back,

especially in winter.

You watch the ill-conceived dreams of early adulthood

sail smoothly away,

and you fondly bid them, “adieu.”


You lose more battles than you win

the world is darker than you remember it


but on the plus side,

life is beautiful, despite all the crap

you still worry, especially about bills and health

and friends and family,

but you do so with the knowledge that you have survived these

seasons before


By God’s grace, you can do it again


And, where before it took fanfare and lights

and bells and whistles to arouse and excite

Now it takes only the simplest things:

a sunset, a cup of coffee or bottle of beer

at the end of a long day,

holding the hand of the person you love,

who has loved you even in your darkest hours


the demons of yesteryear still call

but now you’re old enough not to cry and hide,

but to flip them off without giving a damn

and going about your way.


God is still good, as He always was

and always will be

You look forward to meeting Him

but are in no rush.

You learn to take your time,

love yourself, wish well for others,

even those who piss you off.


And life goes on, because life always will

with or without you,

and you’re pretty okay with that.