Maybe Maine, Maybe Michigan
Times and circumstances change.
I wonder now, at this juncture in my life,
if I'm doing penance for some reason. Maybe I'm not doing enough good.
God's way of telling me:
"Step back kid,
take stock in your life".
From my own apartment to a shelter.
But now a new friend, who I'm sharing it with--
Like He threw in a guardian angel
to make it all bearable.
I'm not completely alone in this experience.
Someone to talk to, to help me
keep my brain straight.
To joke with and smoke with.
And share my soap with.
He follows me on my exploits,
looking at me sideways sometimes
and calling me crazy,
then in the next breath calling me selfless.
Situations may change. But not my routines.
Still help the homeless whenever I can.
Or those afflicted in other ways.
I know I'll bounce back.
Always been quite resilient.
We'll see where this new path takes us.
Maybe Maine, maybe Michigan.
I leave it in His hands.
He guides my life, and always seems to put me
where I'm needed, and can do the most good.
So, for another 10 days at least,
I'll be sleeping in a shelter bed.
After that...Who knows?
Another adventure ahead
by Frank Brescia
I am the captain of a defunct icebreaker.
When the crew have fallen into drunken sleep
of dreams of home, I stand on the prow
the new moon a lazy crescent on her back
and I listen as the ice moans and wails, monoliths in every shade of silver shifting
creaking to their own geologic rhythms.
Dawdling shapes like tombstones or baby's teeth.
Even as my breath quickens my blood has cooled.
Here in the stillness of this night the only friction
to be felt is in my busted propeller heart.
The fields that surround us are bash and unyielding.
The stars twinkle out their morse code message
which I have stopped translating. Is that the North Star
tapping out 'Azimuth thrusters will be your salvation.'?
Patience, while the Frost Fair has its day.
If we, like children, could blow bubbles below
the surface we could send pearly explorers
to illuminate our frozen dark.
by Margaret Miranda
"Show me a miracle."
Well I'm a miracle today,
here sharing with you.
I'm not a fair weather sailor.
I sail in perfect storms.
So lay down those burdens
of worry and doubt --
the sky isn't falling!
And if it DOES...
We'll make it through that too,
with our belief in Him.
by Henry Gunderson