Sweet summertime
Dipping toes
In the pond
As I sip
Cherry cola
And eat on
Some gooey
Nougat
Only to be
Taken out
My dream
By a pack
Of barking
Dogs
Named
Tebow
And Bruiser
Sweet summertime
Dipping toes
In the pond
As I sip
Cherry cola
And eat on
Some gooey
Nougat
Only to be
Taken out
My dream
By a pack
Of barking
Dogs
Named
Tebow
And Bruiser
Windy
Sunny
And radiating hope
Because
It’s a choice
And no matter
What
The noise
Around me
The sound
Within me
Will be
A silent peace
You make
Me feel
Not so
Lonely and alone
I open
You up
And take
A ride
So melodic
And harmonious
I leave
My issues
And drift
With each
New page
The companion
Whose devotion
Leaves me
Spellbound
The power
To transport
Without leaving
Home
Guitar strumming
Bonfire crackling
S’mores making
Ale sipping
Ocean swimming
Frolicking in
Late summer’s
Night bliss
Drunk on
Happiness
And moonlight
Grateful for breath
A voice
That speaks
Because
Others
Can not
When God calls
You obey
Even if
You’re uncomfortable
With each word
Comes insecurities
Mixed with
Perseverance
Love your enemies
So clear
So difficult
It is
So easy
To love
The stranger
And despise
Those you know
The biggest question
I’ve had
Is God really
Making a difference
Through me
Does my openness
Help anyone
I need the
Pain
To be worthwhile
It’s almost
Like
Am I
A good
Return on investment
Lord
Society
Has made
Question
How much
Is a
Life worth
I don’t know
But I don’t
If we
Wish
To make
Jesus
A capitalist
God
You know
Me so well
That I retreat
To books
To escape
And probably
To remind
Me of
Your faithfulness
As I’m reminded
Of past words
My own
My fears
Haven’t changed
And it’s annoying
Then I remember
You’ve stayed
True to Your name
And Your character
New day
New words
I can
I will
Because
That’s the voice
My Father
Demands
After
Too much
Of a defeatist attitude
Sometimes
The greatest grace
I give you
Is when I
Remain silent
Because
I’ve lost
The ability
To say
Anything nice
It took strangers
Who turned
Into friends
To unlock
A soul
Soften
A heart
And tell
A story
Worthy of telling
My own
I write
Because I
Have something
To say
I won’t diminish
My value
To inflate yours
Disability is
A pain
You don’t want
To hear or see me
I’m relegated
To being
A warm body
In a cold world
When you give
Yourself to just be
You realize
You are healing
From a trauma
You always
Denied existed
Tears fall
Not of sadness
But of bittersweet
Acceptance and relief
That you no longer
Feel the need to pretend
Listening to
Fast Car
By Tracy Chapman
Has me remembering
A time
When all
I wanted
Was to drive
Anywhere
Anytime
And get away
From my reality
My perception
Was I needed
To be free
Not considered abled
Or disabled
And the
Questions I
Couldn’t escape
I can’t now
I can’t be boxed
And I don’t know
Who it annoys
More
Me or
You
Writing in Lilly
Preppy personified
Ladies who lunch
And are adorned
With pearls
A southern girl’s
Calling card
To a life
Of refined sophistication