The first one below was written without a recipient in mind. The subsequent poems were dedicated to two different women.
Mysterious Necessity (01-05-02)
It's not in the air,
Nor deep in the ground.
It cannot be seen,
And makes not a sound.
No conditions therein,
Definitions not found.
Some try to explain it,
And theories abound.
You could hang on each word
Of a girl or a beau,
Yet identify nothing
To make your heart glow.
Others may discover
That they're instantly fond
Of a face in the crowd,
Having no time to bond.
With questions you'll lose it,
A search just won't do.
Your sweetheart inspires,
But it dwells within you.
It's not in the air,
Nor deep in the ground.
It cannot be seen,
And makes not a sound.
No conditions therein,
Definitions not found.
Some try to explain it,
And theories abound.
You could hang on each word
Of a girl or a beau,
Yet identify nothing
To make your heart glow.
Others may discover
That they're instantly fond
Of a face in the crowd,
Having no time to bond.
With questions you'll lose it,
A search just won't do.
Your sweetheart inspires,
But it dwells within you.
The following was inspired when I was told by a Catholic woman that Lent was soon arriving. I saw doubt in her eyes as to whether the observance was necessary. Why she looked to me for reassurance is irrelevant, but she was smiling from ear to ear upon receipt of the poem.
Inspirational Poem to [Name Removed] (12-09-00)
We all have to suffer,
And some practice Lent
To remember the deeds
Of the Son Who He sent.
Struggle is daily
For man on this Earth.
We live in His image
‘Til death since our birth.
All can find greatness
Regardless of creed.
Traditions will vary,
But each fills a need.
Don’t doubt your customs,
They’re part of your story,
Worth more than you know
If done for His glory.
Alternate paths
May lead to great powers.
This makes them no better;
These gifts are not ours.
Men can be tools
To distribute His Grace.
But cannot take credit,
It’s just not the case.
Your path is a good one
To life after this.
For all that you’ve done
You’ll surely find bliss.
Untitled (09/20/02)
You've been looking for love
From the time you could speak.
It was there all the time,
Every day of the week.
Sometimes you don't feel it
When you search for a mate.
It's the running from self
That consumes you with hate.
But you rose from your past,
And gazed at life's treasure.
Beauty and simplicity
Are where you found pleasure.
It's magic to find
A lover and friend:
When two people can share
Life at each twist and bend.
I've found that in you,
As you have in me.
There's nothing more precious
That man's eye can see.
We all have to suffer,
And some practice Lent
To remember the deeds
Of the Son Who He sent.
Struggle is daily
For man on this Earth.
We live in His image
‘Til death since our birth.
All can find greatness
Regardless of creed.
Traditions will vary,
But each fills a need.
Don’t doubt your customs,
They’re part of your story,
Worth more than you know
If done for His glory.
Alternate paths
May lead to great powers.
This makes them no better;
These gifts are not ours.
Men can be tools
To distribute His Grace.
But cannot take credit,
It’s just not the case.
Your path is a good one
To life after this.
For all that you’ve done
You’ll surely find bliss.
Untitled (09/20/02)
You've been looking for love
From the time you could speak.
It was there all the time,
Every day of the week.
Sometimes you don't feel it
When you search for a mate.
It's the running from self
That consumes you with hate.
But you rose from your past,
And gazed at life's treasure.
Beauty and simplicity
Are where you found pleasure.
It's magic to find
A lover and friend:
When two people can share
Life at each twist and bend.
I've found that in you,
As you have in me.
There's nothing more precious
That man's eye can see.
