The Melheimian Sabbatiblog

A Minute of My Life

If I live to be a hundred, 365,000 sunsets will come and go. Will I catch even a thousand of them? Here's a short song/poem for the morning:

A minute of my life
that I'll never get again
I spent it in the watching, waiting
for a sunset with a friend

A sunset on a hill
that would never again be
It came, it saw, it conquered
and it slid into the sea

Catch a sunset tonight. There'll be another, and another and another. But tonight's sunset will never be again.

 

A Song: The Littlest of the Little

The littlest of the little
And the poorest of the poor
Have something quite in common
And perhaps a far bit more
The brokenest of the broken
And the barest of the bare
Invisible, yet tangible
There's something that they share

They have no voice
They have no choice
They have a hope that someonone somewhere
Will hear their silent prayer
They have a plea
That you will see
And they will one day be considered
Part of their family

The littlest of the little
And the poorest of the poor
Have something quite in common
And perhaps a far bit more
The brokenest of the broken
And the barest of the bare
Invisible, yet powerful
There's something that they share

(Bridge)
How can you let a child that you don't know
Stand lonely, lost and barefoot
Forgotten in the snow?

The littlest of the little
And the poorest of the poor
Have something quite in common
And perhaps a far bit more

They have you

Nietzche's Dead

Here's a little poem I wrote back in my college philosophy days, after encountering Nietzche for the first time:

One day
Nietzche said
"God's dead"
Nothing happened

One day
God said
"Nietzche's dead"

'nuff said

Wes and the Two Wild Boars

My friend, comedian, writer, film guy Wes Halula, spoke yesterday to 450 high school kids in Carefree, AZ. Whilst speaking, the auditroium was visited by two wild pigs. I woke with a little song for Wes and company.

Hava leeena
Hava leena
Kinda pig

Changa boara
Changa boara
Changa boara
Make it big

Digging truffles
Having scuffles
Running into Wes's talk
Makes for interesting Facebook
Even better in a..

Wok.

Before The Sun Sets (a little tune for Sunday morning)

Enjoy the richness
Christ lavishes upon you
Savor the simple things
And give yourself
Extravagently away
In at least one marvelous
Unexpected way

Before the sun sets
Before the moon rises
Fill your world with surprises
Before you close your eye-ses
Before the sun sets
Today

A Forever Never (A poem on the edge of the new year)

The tiger crouches in the jungle

And waits, waits, waits for the exact right moment

To pounce on the gazelle

This will be my year to pounce

And, should my reach not exceed my grasp,

To dine

And you: Is it your year to pounce?

Or will you wait forever

For a forever never?

December 31, 2010

 

My wish for you as the old fades and the new begins:

Have an amazing, conscious raising

Won-won-wonderful, fun-fun-funderful

Magic, untragic

Insightful, slightly frightful

Crazy, sometimes lazy

Pivoting, riveting

Quieting, sometimes rioting

Flowing, growing, 10 foot snowing

Gigantic, romantic, not-so-frantic, non-pedantic

Strong-willed, wind-chilled, miracle-filled

New year, old friends

 

(PS - Below is my "pounce outline" for 2011 in book covers.

The Circle

A circle's just a line
That somehow learned to bend
Surrendering the starting point
And choosing not to end

Nobody's Child

My daughter posted a poem/lyric about "nobody" this morning on Facebook. It reminded me of a song I wrote when I was 22:

nobody's child
nobody's love
nobody's very good friend
caught up in a dream that he didn't ask for
wishing it only would end
no one to miss him
no one to kiss him
no one to sing him a song
no one to love him
or think too much of him
or tell him that
he's wrong

poor, poor nobody's child
poor, poor, poor sweet nobody's child

PAUSING ON A FALL MORNING OUTSIDE MY OFFICE AND LOOKING UP

The moon was a slice of silver
Upon a veil of blue
The morn as crisp as apples
...The leaves wet, glistening, too

The sun paused but a moment
To bid the night adieu
And I paused
And I drank the wonder
And I whispered a prayer
For you