Monday, January 10, 2011


God makes angels every day
Every post for shades of gray
Helping us that we each may
Look for sun and find a ray

If we look for silver line
We can find the day is fine
A toast! A toast! And we will dine
For we can say one day is “mine”

Yet some will look at just the bad
The things in life that make us sad
Or even make us angry, mad
To fall through life, no landing pad

Some may see only their fear
Some of these will turn to beer
Drinking ‘til that bliss is near
Ignorance may stop a tear

Angels yet will wait with love
Shower hope from God above
Peace will come with white-a dove
We can see what good is of

Yet it would seem true to me
Without bad we would not see
Good in life as it would be
Somehow bad is good, maybe

Loving God is always there
When we think of life not fair
When we think not one would care
He will hear your fervent prayer

Take a chance and see the good
Sometimes life misunderstood
If you stop, yes if you would
See the angels if you could

More Than Just A Box-Edited Version

I'm not a perfect little box
That some would organize
I'm more than fancy silver locks
Or ones you'd classify

More than klutzy, more than fun
I'm smart and shrewdly wise
Naive I'm not so quit your "hun"
Or face this smile's disguise

I'm forced to be Miss Goody good
So worry naught for me
A carbon copy piece of wood
Remaining til I'm free

There's more to me than just a smile
Or friendly fragile wave
Although I'm human all the while
I'll try to just "behave"

I yearn to be unique and new
Discover who I am
To learn when I myself is true
Help me through this jam

For I am not a perfect box
I'm more than what I seem
Though labeled with your typecast rocks
I will become my dream