Brown and white huddled
On floor between seats
Sharing secrets and giggling
‘Neath numerous feet,
Blending hearts- tempus fugit!
By His Good
Don’t refuse it,
Despite all who wished it,
We wouldn’t lose it.
Friendship extended,
We don’t ruin or bruise it.
Let us like The Child
Though Hell-bent won’t regret,
Readily accept,
Not abuse it.
Copyright 2011. L.L. Shelton.
Pornography for you and me!
Junk food heaven obesity!
Alcohol to lift us high!
Methamphetamine to help us fly!
Give it to our greedy hearts!
We demand to have a part!
Obviously these things will be,
So long as desired by you and me.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
I ran across this recently. I had forgotten writing it. I was approaching my fiftieth birthday and consciously assessing the situation- not for simply who I was but for who I wanted to be, and hoped I would continue to be. I wonder now, was I unwittingly issuing the enemy a challenge? No matter… For God has set his King on Zion!
A Self-Portrait of One Alive
Approaching half a century,
Brazen red,
Cheering domesticity
Shattering complicity
Conquering adversity
Loving ferociously
Demanding humility
Reaching incessantly
Avoiding mediocrity
Wondering inadvertently
Thinking objectively
Caring compassionately
Hoping magnanimously
Living outrageously;
Blessed Undead.
Copyright 2012. L.L. Shelton.
With every day of life,
Death becomes more certain.
With each breath for which we strive,
Closer the last curtain.
Heroes remain unsung
Though we’ve always known,
Love remains undone.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
You seem to delight
In making others feel small.
It is a great wonder
You feel anything at all.
Yet you feel for yourself,
Ever dreading a fall,
How different it might be
Were you genuinely tall.
Copyright 2012. L.L. Shelton.
I find an aberration of me
Around the corner at my half-century mark.
I stare intently at myself for a long moment, until I see me smile.
Already, I know that I have earned
The right to pace around with busy hands,
Muttering to myself as I am accomplishing the day’s work.
Even now, I know it is my prerogative
To enjoy my patio in my bathrobe early in the morning,
Sipping my tea and complimenting the work of my hands in His garden.
And I know that each time I meet my mark,
You will be there beckoning to me, appearing satisfied,
With your arms full of greater grace, and it is pleasant there.
Copyright 2012. L.L. Shelton.
I am made sad by the story of a poor woman
Who was so afraid of not having enough,
She was moved to throw the beseeching
Mongrel into a tow sack alive,
Then to toss him into the bayou.
Poor little stray dog that begged
For the crumbs from the master’s table,
But then I laugh because I remember
That God has set His King on Zion!
Cooyright 2012. L.L. Shelton.
I wander here,
Tripping over pages
I have seen before,
Lost In my disgrace,
Trying not to lose my place.
I’ll be destroyed
Planning on the lie,
Knowing there’s no alibi,
Being unsure of my position,
But for The Great Physician.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.
Can we help
What we never knew?
Was there a day
I didn’t think of you?
Am I to blame?
I only sought the Truth,
Was hoping I would learn
To wear these shoes;
Wanted to walk
When I never learned to crawl,
Wanted to dance
No invitation to the ball.
Is the fault mine?
I was only trying,
To live a little longer
Just before dying.
Could I have known?
Though no words were spoken,
Your eyes had clouded,
Your vision was broken.
Copyright 2016, L.L. Shelton
Pedestals are not made with care
For those we love and serve,
Instead are built to meet
Our need for rest
In earthly thing,
Knowing our
Reliance
Should be
Centered
On Our King.
Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.