BEE ATTITUDE

How strange that a bee
On a greeting card
Could excite down deep in me
This poetry writing bard.
Perhaps it’s not the bee
That gives me this insight,
But she who brought the bee to be
Who causes me to write.

Far sweeter than the honey,
That honey bee can make,
Is love so bright and sunny
From which we all partake
When Lara, with her happy smile
Creates her personal gift,
Enabling us to walk that mile
In which we often need a lift.

So, as through dark and dreary days,
With husband worn and sick,
My sister often in a daze,
Hardly knowing which path to pick,
Lara’s bee will lead the way
To help her send her friends a smile
Which, in turn, will cheer her day,
As she walks this troubled mile.

May God bless you, Lara,
Even as you have blessed my sister,
And her very sick husband,
Both of whom have a very high
Interest in bees. Love, Orion

ARROGANCE TO ACCEPTANCE

Arrogance died as Joseph applied
The mercies of God to sins of his brothers;
Is freedom denied where memory has died
To pain we have suffered through deeds of others?

Joseph now ruled where he had been schooled
To trust in God though he was in prison;
Is faith not so tooled that man is not fooled
By hardship in life as faith has arisen?

Be still in your heart and look for that part
That God has in mind for days in your life.
For faith’s great art is to know from the start
That there is great profit in all of our strife.

Be still and know that God loves us so
That He can make pain into unending pleasure;
His Spirit will show where we are to go
To inherit with joy the greatest of treasure.

We have a treasure beyond any measure
When we truly trust in God and man;
We cannot measure our heavenly treasure,
But God and man certainly can.

BOY’S TINKERTOYS

Man and his tinkertoys!
Skyscrapers, tall and strong!
Imaginations of bigger boys
Challenge problems of housing throng.

Megalopolis spread!
Eating up farm land
Brings to us a certain dread
That spread out cities get that land.

Can we go “up” instead of “out”,
To save farm land to furnish food?
It is the future we think about,
And pray “no food” does not intrude!

Fancy prices buy the farms,
Spreading cities day by day;
We welcome them with open arms,
Thinking not of what we’ll pay.

So, tinkertoys, keep our boys
Building dreams toward the sky,
While farmers of the land rejoice
In growing food in good supply.

ABOVE WEST 84TH

Here I sit above the street,
Watching cars and people pass,
Quite above the trials they meet
In the midst of life’s morass.

Some seem hurried as they move
Along West eighty-fourth;
Others seem more in the groove
With what life now brings forth.

I wonder why some look so sad,
As if life dealt a losing hand,
And others smile and look so glad
One would think they owned the land?

Some seem to have the look of pain
As worry shapes their wrinkled brow,
And others seem to walk on gain;
All their life a “Golden Cow”!

Is life unfair in what she gives;
Does she let favorite people win?
Or does luck hinge on how man lives,
Or simply what he’s involved in?

Happiness, divined by choice,
Is attitude we strive to build
Until it is an inner voice
Pronouncing peace that we have willed?