The Lord's Poet
Easter and Spring Edition
LAUGH
A LITTLE...
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IT
NEVER FAILS
If
I make special plans,
It
never fails. . .
Something
goes wrong.
Sometimes
it's little things that affect my plans,
And
I must make adjustments.
Other
times not so little things cause problems,
And
some changes must be made.
Then
there are the major setbacks.
With
these all plans are off.
I
make allowances for the little things,
I
plan for the not so little things, just in case,
And
I consider all that may go wrong.
But,
it never fails. . .
No
matter how careful I am,
No
matter how long I plan,
No
matter what precautions I take,
It
never, EVER fails. . .
Something
happens I hadn't allowed for,
And
my life becomes a reflections of Murphy's Law.
Because
it never fails. . .
"If
anything can go wrong, it will,
And
at the most inopportune time!"
Kathi
Phillips
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DOES
YOU HAS TO SING?
Bad
singers: off key and out of tune--
Many
of us share that honor.
But
did your infant child
Place
a hand across your lips
Whene'er
you sang a lullaby?
I
love to sing
And
do so
(If
no one is listening).
I
used to sing more
Until
my three year old asked,
"Mommy,
does you has to sing?"
Tonight
I listen to Karaoke and wonder
Where
is that three year old now--
For
with him I'd ask,
"Does
you has to sing?"
Must
I be subjected
To
some foolish singer
With
one to many
Under
his belt
Belting
out songs
I
used to love?
Kathi
Phillips
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ANOTHER
SLEEPLESS NIGHT
My
stomach hollars,
"Feed
me, feed me!"
My
body mumbles,
"Sleep,
I need sleep!"
But
my mind spins
At
an ever increasing pace,
New
ideas race 'round my brain
As
I toss and turn through the night.
I
feed my stomach
(It
yelled so loud),
I
appease my body
With
covers wrapped tight,
But
in the dark stillness
My
heedless mind runs on.
I
try many ways
To
quiet my mind--
All
efforts are wasted
As
ideas clamor so loud.
So
I toss off the covers
And
reach for the pen,
My
endless ideas
To
tumble to paper.
They
fall from my head
To
a jumble before me
(I'll
write them all down
And
organize later).
With
ideas now permanent
I
return to the darkness
In
hopes that the clamor
Will
cease for a season,
At
least long enough
To
rest for tomorrow.
Kathi
Phillips
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DEFINITE
MAYBE
He
once proposed to me.
In
fact, he'd marry me anytime.
All
I have to do is say, "Yes."
But,
he doesn't go to church,
He
prefers the bars.
He's
a non-Christian
And
an alcoholic.
At
first I thought he was joking,
So
I kidded back.
He
was serious and later proposed again.
He
wouldn't accept a "no".
He
kept proposing.
So
I told him, "If. . ."
If
he went to church,
If
he stopped drinking,
If
he did this for six months,
Then
I would think about
The
possibility of
Maybe
considering his proposal.
He
didn't go to church,
And
he didn't stop drinking.
But
he stopped proposing,
He
had an acceptable answer.
And
now he calls me his definite maybe.
Kathi
Phillips
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