Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe

Judgement shall come from Him over us all
Eternal Lord and God so very just
So we now view Him with a noble awe
Until we face His throne (which we all must)
Some day we'll bow down at His royal seat
In Heaven, asking him what is His plan
Shall we, through mercy live a life so sweet
To which He will reply: "Your fellow man...
Had you been merciful, in turn, to him?
Even though humbly at my feet you lay,
King though I am, I choose not at my whim:
In life, you laid the plans I read today.
Now since in life you tended to my sheep
Good faithful servant, you'll no longer weep. "

Escapism

Like lovesick girls who read and live in tales
Of princes who will whisk them far away
Across the sea in ships with unfurled sails
To royal palaces where they will stay.

We all create these little Shangri-Las
But childish's whimsey's for a child's mind.
The danger is when adults fear a loss
And still create a dreamland we can find.

These fantasies may not be of a place
But of beliefs, and a reality.
Which, while comforting still bears no trace
Of what our finish line, in truth, should be.

Accepting truly where we need to be
May yet reveal a path we did not see.

A Sonnet of Coffee

The sun does not just shoot up to the sky

But wakes us slowly as it rises up

And so it is, my friend, with you and I

You bring more joy with each sip from the cup

It starts before you even pass my lips

Your perfume fills the air up as you brew

An aromatic Siren’s Song that drips

And lures me ‘cross the room again to you.

Its true, at first you’re bitter (that’s the norm)

But just a touch of sugar, and you’re nice

The perfect liquid way to keep me warm

And even in the summer, over ice.

I do not think that I, by any means

Could halt this love affair with magic beans

Stormy Sonnet

An ocean, now unleashed, is falling down.

My street: a raging river now tonight

And yet what twists my feeble mind around?

The darkened clouds do not cast out all light.

For as I hear the thunder's wild roar,

I look outside and see an eerie sky,

The sun, not set, still has some light in store,

Though I can't see it with the naked eye.

Please help me understand why this is hard.

For it confounds me every time I see

That God has played this creepy stormy card

When dark clouds meet the late day light o'er me.

And when the storm has past, the painted air

Reflects the yellow of a sun not there.