Autumn

Tuesday, October 14, 2008 6:15am



The trees are alive with a frozen fire

No smoke is emitted from these flames

Occasionally, an ember drifts to the ground

Or else a gust of wind blows it all away



Crisp air revives me

It is filled with the scent of the earth

The hot cider permeates the inside of me

And I emit steam from my nose and mouth

As if a fleshy dragon walked down the street



Summer has already died and winter has yet to arrive

Empty corpses of pumpkins line the streets

And illuminate the night

As the childrens’ minds slowly fill with knowledge

Their thoughts often drift to All Hallows Eve night



As baseball winds down and football begins again

I take a walk outside

To enjoy this all again

The Pain of Letting Go
Monday, February 25th, 2008

Softly you sleep
Where your dreams take you
I do not know
Perhaps to another day
Perhaps to another life
One less cruel than this.

The IV sustains you
Prolongs a long lived life
Keeping you in this realm
Preventing you from going
To your true home.

I miss you
Before you’re even gone
Your honest smile
Your voiced concerns
Your many stories
And untold memories

Your mind
This slides down the slope
To an empty void
Escalating speed with each passing day
With no hope of slowing down.

Goodbye, my grandmother
These collective tears are for you
These worried thoughts are of you
We all miss you
Before you are even gone.

Easter Poem
By Pastor John Berggren

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said,
“Child, you must trust Me and wait.”

“Wait? You say, wait!” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened?
Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked,
And am claiming your Word.”

My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance
And YOU tell me to WAIT?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, and we shall receive
And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate.
As my Master replied once again,
“You must trust me and wait.”

So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, “So I’m waiting…for what?”

He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said,
“I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give,
And pleased you would be.
You would have what you want-but you wouldn’t know Me.

You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You’d not know the power that I give to the faith;
You’d not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me.
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You’d know that I give and I save…(for a start),

By you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.

You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that “My grace is sufficient to you.”
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I’m doing in you!
So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft’ may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still,
“TRUST ME AND WAIT!”