Is it better to 

run and stumble than never

to have run at all?

~

To run and stumble

is, by far, preferable

than to run and fall

Is this the season

when rationality reigns

in dawning days of reason?

~

There is no reason

to think rationality

could reign or run this season. 

When the sky is full

of  pigeons are we being

sent messages from on high?

~

If the sky is full

of pigeons flying above,

the message will be messy!

When that crushing weight

lands squarely on our shoulders,

what, on earth, are we to do?

~

First we ask, “Is this

weight mine to bear?” and then

we move on from there.

How can we keep our

wits when many candidates

and congressmen have lost theirs?

~

Well, finders keepers

leaps to mind, but in battles

of wits, everyone loses.

Can we find comfort

in that sure and certain faith

despite all the damage done?

~

Would we, no matter

the damage, need comfort if

our faith were certain and sure?

When dotting I’s and

crossing T’s trump the meeting

Of the people’s  needs, what then?

~

Dotting I’s? Crossing

T’s? That doesn’t sound like Trump

to me. As for needs? Puh-leeze!

If the worm hadn’t

gotten up before the bird

would worm still be here?

~

If worm lounged abed,

that sluggard, then early bird

would have to settle for brunch.

Can we acknowledge

both our success and failure

nondisingenuously?

~

Indeed we can, but

when disingenuousness

is trumped by lies, let’s just cruz.

What will keep us warm

when our fire begins to 

die and we grow cold?

~

Bask in the warmth of

past successes or wallow 

in the burning of old shame.

When snow turns to sleet

And later to rain, do we

rejoice or despair?

~

This is a question

for the ages – youth, age, and

those who lie between.

How is it that some

hold fast to both head and heart

in adversity?

~

With strong winds rising,

some cling tighter to the known

while others ride the whirlwind.

God is everywhere.

Do we really need all this

bloody evangelism?

~

 Zealots of all stripes

put coercion first and tend 

to ignore real human need.

Counting to ten should

not be hard. Why does it take

so long to master?

~

In this frantic world

it often seems unlikely

to ever get beyond three.

Since we are rooted

yet reaching for Nirvana,

how can we withstand the strain?

~

The strain of reaching

unroots us from the very

thing we’re reaching for.

Are we being daft

to hope that reason and love

might at last prevail?

~

The prevalence of

love is beyond reasoning.

Reason; not so much.

How do you cope

with ill conceived, last minute,

thought demanding a reply?

~

Perhaps the best bet

is a well-conceived, thoughtful,

undemanding non-reply.

When you don’t know which

way is up, is it better

to focus on down?

~

Our roots grow downward,

providing us with a base

from which to grasp Nirvana.

When sneezes explode

and coughing wracks your body,

how do you muster your drive?

~

The only drive you

need is one that will take you

straight to the doctor’s office.

What is the best way

to get through February

days that seem to never end?

~

There is a reason

those Romans relocated

two days into the summer.

I’m, to this server,

Sugar, Sweetie, Honeypie.

Perhaps you could tell me why.

~

 A little bit of

  sugar helps the medicine

go down and might even pay.

Is living in a house

filled with teenage drama queens

payback or preparation?

~

Payback for dramas

past and preparations for

dramas as of yet uncast.

  Can man and nature,

Like this palm tree in the snow,

Share this world’s bright sunny glow?

~

Sharing’s easy when

the sun’s bright, but the real test

comes when it’s gray, bleak, or night.

How far have we come

and what helps us stay focused

 when weary and old we grow?

~

Focusing upon

histories glorious pearls

will recharge our youthful glow.

When our day devolves

into a sea of sorrow,

where do we find a lifeboat?

~

Lifeboats abound if

we will but look around and

finding one, climb in.

If mares eat oats, why

should we when there’s ice

cream galore in yonder store?

~

A treat, everyday

quickly loses its luster

then nothing else will suffice.

What kind of culture

trusts rodents for the weather

and seeks leadership from clowns?

~

Uncultured cultures,

guided by superstition

where reason is Trumped by fear.

As we begin month

two, what should we sing that would

insure a flower-filled Spring?

~

When we’re summoning

flowers from the frozen earth,

Any joyful song may ring!