Bird in the Desert

 

"Bird in the Desert"
                by Sheila King

Just like a little bird,
Flying out into the desert,
All of my hopes and dreams,
Had flown away.

Without a chance at all,
Go I into the desert.
That's when I heard a voice,
Saying to me,

"Come drink from my well,
Where the water is cool and free.
You will not die here alone.
I promise you'll be here with me.

I care for My little ones
And I care for my sparrows.
Stay for a while, you are my child.
Live here with me".

Just like a little bird,
Flying out into the desert,
I left my home, took off on my own,
Let life pull me away.

But what does a sparrow know,
Of life out in the desert?
Unable to fly, waiting to die,
'til I hear Him say..."

"Come drink from my well,
Where the water is cool and free.
You will not die here alone,
I promise you'll be here with me.

I care for My little ones,
And I still care for My sparrows.
Stay for a while. Be My child.
Live here with me".

April 15: Learning Silence

  Learning Silence

  by Tom King 

 People like me, boiling over with thoughts
We talk too much for others' taste.
People for whom an excess of words
Seems too much; a thorough conversational waste

The truth be known, we chatterboxes.
Collecting knowledge's a kind of hoarding addiction, 
Sadly we delude ourselves that all of you,
Are also info junkies, sharing our affliction

We're trying not to be annoying, but like a pot on a stove,
We bubble over, given the least encouragement..
We have come to suspect you don't want to hear all that,
Probably you want, for your time, some reimbursement.

So on behalf of all us ADD know-it-alls,
I'd like to extend to all of you an apology.
So I'm writing blogs and books and poems instead,
As a way to address my own pathology. 

So I'm sorry.
    I'll shut up now!