"Ode to Terry's Cobbler"
Terry's cobbler is no more
yet good
to the last bite
greed: rotten to the core.
Blackberries, sugar, dough
mixed, then baked
to perfection
cooking is process, flow.
All others had their chance
and had their bites
in what we might call
a dessert dance.
Eating her cobbler was fun
should I have this AM?
No and No
but foul deed is now done.
dc riggs © 3 Sept 2006
"Of Bones and Soul"
Bleached bones housing a soul
life's market: no bid for the unsold.
Bleached bones, dry bones
returned to dust
blown by the four winds
to never-ever land
perhaps or perhaps not
in time forgiven
at least
forgotten
not a mark
on history's pages
simply a smudge
so much for
a soul housed in dry bones.
A boy, young man, middle-aged
student of sorts
a playful dreamer
a weaver of personal
dreams of "to be"
lacking reality
failure
an example
of incompetence
life's nincompoop-ness
truly personified
a destiny thwarted
no matter how much he raged.
Where is hope, grace, and love?
operative words to be sure
in an insensitive world
too often lost
for we have not the art
or often the ability
to forgive
or to let forgiveness
bring its healing
for others are the same
double dealing folks
who for self live
giving lip service to God above.
Valley of dry bones, Calvary's auction bold
Jesus' life, His bid, the auctioneer says, "Sold"
dc riggs © 4 September 2006
"A Tear"
A tear fell in the morning
not with grace
but with gravity's flow
and struck
far down below.
It wasn't from allergies
or onion peel
but from the heart
loneliness
from a life's empty cart.
Hydrogen and oxygen
two of the latter
bonded firmly together
as life should be
but here, three of a feather.
A tear, a simple water thing
human salt
breaking on its impact
absorbed
for life is often not intact.
Tears, human tears flowing
at evening
or early in the morning
God given tears
of joy, hurt and of mourning.
dc riggs © 8 Sept 2006
"If A Tree, If A Man"
If a tree falls in the forest
deep in the glen
no human ears to hear
does it make
the simplest sound?
Yes, of course, it must
Proof? No to reason we trust.
If a man be broken hearted
broken of spirit
and no one comes near
is there a whimper?
if no one can hear the sound?
Yes, of course, he must
Proof? No to reason we trust.
In the forest of human life
many are broken
discouraged, filled with fear
who knows or cares, will
the wilderness pilgrim be found?
Yes, of course, someone must
Proof? No to reason we trust.
God hears, cares, and loves
healing many broken
comforting others
and the tear and the fear
in heaven itself will resound.
Our yes is in faith, a must
and in God alone we do trust.
dc riggs © 12 Sept 2006
"Passing at Night"
The moon was hung
in the night sky
the earth
was a sleeping
when I went on by.
And I nodded to no one
for day was now done.
The breeze still stirred
leaves underfoot
but I
was a moving
not being one to stay put.
And I nodded to no one
for day was now done.
Lights in the windows
soft gentle sound
blending
with the wind
the perils of day to drown.
And I nodded to no one
for day was now done.
A stranger among strangers
a drifter if you will
a pilgrim
moving in the night
when all is quite and still.
And I nodded to no one
for gone was the sun.
dc riggs © 16 Sept 2006
"Two Women in Uniform"
Hattie, Kristi
women in uniform
different
times, generations
stories
joys, frustrations.
One, a Prisoner of War
another
prisoner of
a question mark
life's reality
sometimes cruel, stark.
Death in an older age
a life fulfilled
the other a suicide
a tragic waste
yet we often cannot
always live life well paced.
Grief, grief, tears of grief
shed for each
two women in uniform
death claims each
comfort Lord
all hearts within Your reach.
dc riggs © 3 Sept 2006
