Not-So-Childish Worries

You get to be you!

How amazing is that?

Now don’t be so blue;

Let’s have a chitchat.


You think,

“I’m not special.

I’m not pretty

Or very smart.


“I’m not strong

Or super cool.

I don’t belong.

They just ridicule.”


Child, don’t fret.

You don’t know what you bring.

Don’t you forget

Our King of all kings.


He thinks you’re great,

Just super, in fact!

He loves you first-rate,

With all you intact.


You can smile and laugh

And enjoy life’s delights;

You can live and love,

All to new heights!


You love.

And that is the biggest


Of all.

Baby Elaine

Baby Elaine
Beneath the cedar tree
Exactly three months old
Just a square of concrete
Is all we can behold.

God places little flowers here
With His almighty hand
As if a gift to all below
Who on the black road stand.

“Gone to a better land”
With a lamb crudely carved
Was all they could afford
When in 1932
The whole land starved.

A blanket of soft green grass
Caresses those feet that tread
A comfort to those who wait,
Still living here, for bread.

My Baby

Oh baby, my baby!
Only six small days old!
You’re the littlest one here,
Only blue among those
Long pallid and grey

One small rectangle
For a pillow, at least
You’ve a warm blanket of leaves,
The trees are lulling a song
With the wind that blows white
There now your head’s uncovered,
And you can see our sky
It’s blue right now
Do you remember blue?
And I’ve come to
See you, my baby,
And us sit here together

You’ve got to stay here, my baby,
I’ve got to leave you here alone
Don’t cry for me, my baby,
My little Curtis, dear;
I’ve left my heart behind me
To keep you warm through tears.