Chorus
The tenor chorus of the frogs;
The soprano chorus of the crickets,
Urgently and fervently trilling
Their mating calls
From the young bulrushes,
Carried in the warm, spring, evening air
Are like a man’s and woman’s calls
To each other
In their God-given tenors and sopranos;
Yet, the slower, thoughtful lapping
Of the gentle waves on shore
Tempers the mating atmosphere
Like human thoughtfulness
About each other’s characters,
In the light of God’s guidance:
That we are not merely frogs;
That we are not merely crickets
Who mate
Without consideration
Of suitable character.


Cy, 1990?

CHICKADEES

These little, chirping chickadees of winter
Do cheer my lonesome heart
As they flit about the branches
Of the pine trees in the park,
Just outside my window.
The ticking of the chime clocks
Mingles with dogs’ barks
And the hum of cars and trucks,
Which I hear
Rolling in the distance
With the roaring of the jets
As they cut the solid white of clouds;
And then the sound of splashing slush
From beneath nearby rolling tires
Startles me back to earth,
As a gentle, chilling breeze,
Passing through my window,
Caresses my bare feet and calves,
A soothing balm to cheer my soul,
A little gift from God
To let me know
That He
Still loves me so,
Like His chickadees of winter
Which cheer my lonesome heart.


Cy, 1994 ?

Cheerful, yellow dandelions
Carpet the green grass floor ,
An early promise of summer,
In springtime,
Cheering our winter
Sorrows.


Cy, May 5, 2006

CHATTERING AUTUMN LEAVES

The row of golden poplars,
Chattering their leaves
In the evening breeze
Have a lot to say,
At the embers of the day,
Like thanking the sun for its warming rays;
Thanking the clouds for quenching their thirst
Without needing to say, “Me first!”:
A million voices praising in chorus
Upon the altar of this earth
To the One Who made us.
The gorgeous, golden, glowing, maple leaves,
Tinged with ruby red,
Set against the backdrop of
The bright, blue sky:
Such a sight to lift my spirits high!;
Oh, how it relieves my sighs!
My heart soars into the sky,
Like the gulls spiraling high.

Boston, U.S.A.
Lord, Where are you in our lives?
Are You the link between husbands and wives?
Do we love according to your love?
Do we see it from above?
We see that it is spiritual
But we are also physical.
We need to live them both
In harmony lived in truth.
The spirit takes priority
And makes the body happy.
The spirit’s joy
Is the body’s joy,
So neither is neglected,
And God is not rejected.
Male and female He created us
To grow in Him as He loves us.
Jesus’ words are there to guide
So in His bosom we can hide
Like this baby kitten’s muzzle,
Mamma’s bosom, it suckles and nuzzles.

Cy, 1984