Morning reflections composed today by my friend Steve Shoemaker
She Could Give a Kiss
She could give a kiss
and not have less to share.
He could take a kiss
and still have more to give.
She could have a child
and still have time for him.
He could be a child
and run away from her.
– Steve Shoemaker, 03.21.12
Your Dear Eyes
Your dear eyes…
Macular Degeneration,
what a multi-syllabic curse.
Hazel: sometimes blue,
sometimes green, birthing
children’s eyes of blue and gold…
Flashing with indignation,
pensive, wise, creative, wary–
yes, windows to a good soul.
Let us see all that we can see
while we can. Travel, taste, hear,
feel and, yes, smell what is good
around the world. All of us
are fading into dust: some of us
receive a warning–fair or unfair.
– Steve Shoemaker 03.21.12
“And the Word became flesh….” and words.
Little Steve at Sheldon Jackson Church, Colorado
Sometimes it comes in a poet’s words. The flesh it comes in is all shapes and sizes. Here’s a photo of Steve (6’8” and shrinking) standing behind a historic pulpit at Sheldon Jackson Church in Colorado. Sheldon was a bit shorter. Who says ministers don’t have a sense of humor!LEAVE A COMMENT on Steve’s poems. He, I, and others would love to know what you think. Or, in today’s butchered English, “Me and him” look forward to seeing/hearing the words YOU share.
Views from the Edge 
I’m tempted to say “Me like,” but that would be a terrible injustice to the beauty and power of the poetry.
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Elitist humor’s always accepted here :-).
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Lovely.
Thank you.
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I like Mr. Shoemaker’s poetry a lot, his truths are so gently and engagingly related. I especially appreciate the last lines of the second: “All of us are fading into dust: some of us receive a warning–fair or unfair.” What an observation that is.
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The poem about the kiss was so delightful and so was the one about how we are all on our way to dust, some with a warning and some without. Thank you for the reminder 🙂 I think the sparkle of the Colorado mountains is shining through your poems – I have not seen a mountain in so long! I often feel that panicked feeling – as if life were going to pass me by as I stand, lost in the deadening influence of comfort. And just as I feel myself waving to my life as it goes by, I wake up and realize I don’t have to do anything glorious to be a part of life – I just have to be here – really here! As for the pulpit – that is very humorous!
Keep writing. I will keep reading.
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Christina, You constantly amaze me – so young but so wise and SO very much present to your own life and the world around. You DON”T have to do anything glorious. You’re right. You’re fortunate to get so early. It takes most of us, especially men, a LOT longer and we leave a trail of tears and trash behind us on the way.
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Your comment about tears and trash made me laugh. I wish I could take credit for my realization, but I got it from my mom – and truth is, I forget these great truths on a regular basis. But I am a work in progress – thank you for the encouragement.
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