More Less

I need to write more poems again.
I miss the way my brain worked then.
I also need to play more songs,
design more websites, right more wrongs,
find more clients, make more cash,
do more with my craft-stuff stash,
speak more Spanish, read more books,
spend time proving I can cook,
make more friends, call friends more,
do more with my Etsy store,
give my toddler more of me,
be the best that I can be,
yes, the very, very best–
okay, so what should I do less?

Snow Day

I am having a snow day,
a just-say-no day,
a stop-with-the-go-go-go day.

Pray the Lord

Now I nurse you down to sleep,
I pray the Lord to make you keep
sleeping for at least an hour
because I know He has that power.
But I may find, that even still,
in this He grants you your own will.

Inert

The weeds grew while we were gone.
They knew it was their chance.
And apples started dropping–
those got eaten at by ants.
But the work that we were doing
with the rocks mixed in the dirt,
was still sitting there, very still,
being stubborn and inert.

She Is Sleeping

There she is, so fast asleep.
Her arms are limp, her head sunk deep
upon the sheets. So let us keep
the lights down low. Don't make a peep.
Just catch your breath and let her sleep.

Peace

When the river is not peaceful
because it's full and steep
we still trust that the ocean
will catch us, hug us deep,
and give our souls a Sabbath
to ride the waves and sleep.

Enough Is Enough

We spend so much time working
to pay for things to take up the time we are not working.
In the free time we buy, we shop, we sort, we fix, we clean,
we use, we move, we dispose of, and finally we scream,
"Enough is enough!
Let's stop with the stuff!
Let's work for what's needed
and live just to love!"

Some Times

What time do you wake in the morning? Exactly six a.m?
Or maybe six fourteen, after hitting the snooze button twice.
Or maybe about eleven, since you work until after two.
Or maybe after noon. Sometimes that would be nice.
But what about sometimes four, and sometimes more like nine?
It'd be nice to have a routine, but as long as I'm rested it's fine.

To Let Rest

True love lets him sleep till noon
or even past. I'll wake him soon,
but I have found, sometimes the best
way to love is to let rest.

Sliding Puzzle

Life is like a sliding puzzle,

the kind with nine or sixteen squares

that only work when there's a space,

so if your life seems full, beware.

Honors

Some are good at music,
and some are good at math.
Some people get a sentence,
and some a paragraph.
A name sounds good in honors,
a name sounds good in praise,
and a soul sounds best in sweet, still rest,
with humble hands upraised.

Except Rest

I always have something to do,
but I'm not as busy as you.
So if you need someone to help,
I gladly would offer myself,
although you seem to do it all best
when you do it yourself (except rest).

Strong Hands

Your strong hands on the chainsaw,
and your strong arms have a knack
for getting it done, although it's not fun.
Now I need strong hands for your back.

I Love It When You Sleep

I love it when you sleep.
Don't get me wrong,
I like to play with you,
and I'd spend
the whole day with you,
but
I love it when you sleep.

Love Is Like the Thread

If it's true that fools rush in,

I'd rush for you all over again.

It seems that rushing's always been

a way of life for us.

But between the many road trips

without time for scenic exits

and the passports, visas, tickets,

and jostling in the bus,

it seems that we've become a family.

I've grown up and you're more manly.

It may look like we're just standing,

when really we're taking a breath.

And when we breathe, we start to dream,

and you know all seven dreams I mean--

our minds come together like a seam,

and love is like the thread.

And we've both done it, so we know

it's not worth rushing when you sew.

At least today, let's take it slow

and save this stitch in time.

Let's save each penny that you earn,

and savor every chance to learn.

I'll say, may your heart always yearn

to be stitched tight to mine.

When There Is No Time to Think… We Are Unaware

When there is no time to think,
that is when to think.
And when there is no time to pray,
find it anyway.
You can't study by putting a book under your pillow,
but I do believe that we can rest in prayer,
and that God will shape our thoughts throughout our sleeping,
and waken us when we are unaware.

Only So Much You Can Do

It seems I have no time
if I wake up late
but when I wake up early
I can't stay up past eight.
I'd like to need less sleep.
My baby'd like that too.
But we're getting ready for bed.
There's only so much you can do!

Strong Consciousness

"Why doesn't she stay asleep?"
I beg with a sigh.
"Our baby has a strong consciousness,"
is my husband's reply,
as she rolls to a crawl and agrees
with a twinkle in her eye.

Can't this be my day of rest?

Can't this be my day of rest?
I can see your way is best
if I just want to live 'til death
but I want more from life.
Can't I even stop and think?
Can't you see I'm on the brink
but if I never rest I'll sink?
I am a mother and a wife.