Education

“I feel thoroughly cold,” said the old guy through chattering teeth.

“A mere sweater won’t do it for you. What’s that bulging beneath?”

“Oh, that’s yesterday’s paper. The Sentinel helps--and one comic
strip guy I especially like makes it plain how ironic
these crazy times are when we layer ourselves in the news,
good or bad, and then sit on the best editorial views.”

“Say, just where do you live?” I inquired. “Is it quite far from here?”

“Down the street, on the right,” he replied. “It’s not warm though, I fear.
Two or three of us huddle together outside and swap stories
of times when we ate pretty well and our young families
had nice holiday gifts, get-togethers--and even a tree.”

“Things have taken a turn for the worse, I can easily see,”
I told him. “Take my coat, if it fits you, and then in return
you can give me those funnies. There’s always some new thing to learn.”

Psych Students: This is #1; read & scroll to #2

One young student said, “I shun review;
with old chapters I thought we were through.
I just hate going back
to pick up needless slack,
so go slowly with anything new.”

At Thanksgiving I have a dark mood
and then so too do all of my brood.
Though I know it won't last,
I'm so glad when it's past
'cause we gobblers won't wind up as food.

Prayer

I put my hands together and enjoy the way it feels.
I sense His presence strongly then, and know
that I'm connecting with a power that heals.
My fingers are antennas, clasped just so
or palm to palm, and bathing in his love
my faith is stronger--as it should be when
I open up my heart and thereby shove
all doubts away. I'm much more peaceful then.

As simple as it sounds I still desire
to learn the complicated physics there.
His laws of universal truth inspire
my curiosity. I'm quite aware
I ask a lot. Perhaps too much...but see?
To search is how he fashioned me to be.

The Last Rose of Summer

I watch the shadows lengthen every day
and wonder if the crispness of the morn
will make it hard to straighten up the way
I did when every eager bud was born.
The warmth and cheer of summer green and bright
emboldened me to do my best to share
my modest gifts with anyone who might
come by to stare and gulp the evening air.

But as the days grow short and leaves turn brown
I find it tougher to stand tall and proud--
and harder to gaze up than down.
Of course, surrendering is not allowed.
Besides, I’d like to linger just a while
and make another careworn person smile.

Ben's and Piroshka's Visit

A big smile lingers still on my face
since Piroshka and Ben hit my place.
Though the time went too fast,
the warm fuzzies will last.
Wow! P. carves at a furious pace.

Little Ben's Hobby Horse