Reflections on Sunday.

Here is a short ditty I wrote several years ago.  It is not a commentary on my current pastor, but rather a commentary on the human condition.  Church can be a quiet place, and if you happen not to be in tune to the message on a particular Sunday, you might find yourself drifting off.

NOT SO SPIRITUAL STRUGGLE

Today in church

my foot went to sleep.

The sermon was long

and not real deep.

The rest of me was struggling too,

but only my foot went to sleep.

Dennis Price

  

Blue Spruce and Christmas

                    BLUE SPRUCE

With blue spruce tree I mark the season’s start.

Its Christmas smell stirs memories from my heart.

When as a child I marveled at the sight

of tinseled branches hung with colored fare.

Anticipating with each passing night,

the presents that Old Santa would leave there.

Its Christmas smell stirs memories from my heart.

With blue spruce tree I mark the season’s start.

Dennis Price