Monday, October 31, 2016

Wales' Tales 10/31/16

I sat at the table
All ready to eat,
The food overflowing
With veggies and meat,
With bright candelabra
And silver so neat,
It couldn’t be better,
I’m ready to eat.
But then out the window
I saw a large crowd
Of people so hungry
Their stomachs grew loud.
So thin, and so anxious,
Their bone showing through
I thought to myself
Now what should I do?
I might ask them in but
There just were too many,
And if they all ate
I wouldn’t have any.
A quandary, a question
A struggle within
How could I help
With these people so thin?
I could draw the blinds
And pretend they’re not there.
I could turn my back
And pretend to not care.
But hearing the rumbles of
Hunger so close,
Suggested that God was
Just giving a dose
Of medicine I found
Too bitter to taste.
To open my eyes to
The food that I waste.
I fail to be thankful
For all that I have,
And when I’m not sharing
There isn’t a salve
To the pain of the hungry,
The cry of the lost,
I need to respond
Every way that I can
So I might discover
That God has a plan.
Just share in the blessings
And make hunger cease.
For Christ sets the table
And offers all…
                        Peace,



Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Wales Tales

A Special Wales’ Tales

He stands at the wheel
As the winds fill the sail,
As free as the birds of the sky,
Enjoying the sun, the sea and trees,
As the shoreline slips rapidly by.
The pans in the kitchen are ready at hand,
To create a meal to be shared,
A means of revealing the time he would take
to show just how much that he cared.
A jack of all trades, he’d fix anything,
And responded to all when they’d call.
He wanted to be the one who was there
To help if somebody might fall.
His presence brought life to those near and far,
His smile would make others glow,
And he was quite ready to share the outdoors
With all whom he happened to know.
He truly did care about other folk,
Without thought of who they might be,
Because he believed that they all were the same
Entitled to live and be free.
So friendship he gave to all that he’d meet,
Coworkers and family alike,
He welcomed them all to be part of his world,
A relationship that he would strike
To make them aware of this beautiful earth,
All the lakes and the hills, the mountains and fields
The creation that’s ours from our birth.
By helping a friend, by doing good deeds,
By living the Eagle Scout Oath,
He was aware of a call to show love,
To serve God and humanity, both.
He leaves us alone, at a time much too soon,
On another sea his life now sails,
But one thing we know as we bid him farewell,

It’s his love that he showed still prevails.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Wales' Tales 7/25/16

Once in a while as time passes by
We need to take time to review
The life that we live as each day moseys on
To measure the old and the new.
For in the routine that we like to live,
There may be a call to find change,
A need to examine what always has been
And root out the odd and the strange.
We call them our habits
The things we do best,
The regular, common and true,
They bring us some comfort
And help on the way-
It is those that we need to review.
It may be the smoking of a cigarette,
Or eating too much at one time,
Or biting our nails, or fussing with stuff
Or trying to make all words rhyme.
Whatever the reason, the cause at the start,
The thing that seems just what we do,
Should make us aware of the things that we “don’t”
And decide to begin something new.
Perhaps change the route that we usually choose,
Or think about learning new things,
Or stopping to visit the neighbor next door
To relish what tomorrow brings.
If we are so comfortable with what we do,
We may just be caught in a rut.
Or from the outside, as those peering in
May see what they think is a nut.
So stretch who you are, extend what you do,
Experience life and release
The patterns you follow because they are yours
And you might stumble onto God’s…
                                                            Peace,
                                                                        Alex

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Wales' Tales 7/20/16

I’m really getting tired, Lord,
Of praying for world peace,
When every day the news is filled
With things that do not cease.
The deaths of people far and wide,
Those victims on the streets,
of those intent on suicide
by cruel, uncaring feats -
a homemade bomb
an IED, a burst of rapid fire
these acts of war by unknown face
create within an ire
a rage to strike out wildly
to kill the ones who cause
this kind of pain and trouble now
But then, I have to pause
And realize that by these acts
Great power do they gain,
To make the world a poorer place,
Let’s violence remain
The human way of living life,
To hurt and kill and maim
The strong to crush the weaker ones
In some unthinking game.
But I believe in something else
That tells me this is wrong,
That stirs within me different strains
Of an eternal song
A song that calls for love and grace
With words so deep and true,
That offers hope in spite of fear
And gives me thoughts anew.
All people count. All lives are good,
And no one has the power
To take away the Love of God
In this or any hour.
So I will thank the Lord above
Until my life will cease,
And know that in the scheme of things
What counts is God’s sure….
                                                                Peace,

                                                                                Alex

Wales' Tales 7/20/16

I’m really getting tired, Lord,
Of praying for world peace,
When every day the news is filled
With things that do not cease.
The deaths of people far and wide,
Those victims on the streets,
of those intent on suicide
by cruel, uncaring feats -
a homemade bomb
an IED, a burst of rapid fire
these acts of war by unknown face
create within an ire
a rage to strike out wildly
to kill the ones who cause
this kind of pain and trouble now
But then, I have to pause
And realize that by these acts
Great power do they gain,
To make the world a poorer place,
Let’s violence remain
The human way of living life,
To hurt and kill and maim
The strong to crush the weaker ones
In some unthinking game.
But I believe in something else
That tells me this is wrong,
That stirs within me different strains
Of an eternal song
A song that calls for love and grace
With words so deep and true,
That offers hope in spite of fear
And gives me thoughts anew.
All people count. All lives are good,
And no one has the power
To take away the Love of God
In this or any hour.
So I will thank the Lord above
Until my life will cease,
And know that in the scheme of things
What counts is God’s sure….
                                                                Peace,

                                                                                Alex

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Wales' Tales 7/12/16

First, it was attack on Gays,
And now it’s on the Cops,
We need to think about these acts
to be sure that it stops.
The problem lies much deeper than
A need to have more laws,
These acts of hatred, fear and pain
Reveal some central flaws.
We somehow have allowed the right
for us to pick and choose,
To overtake our human bond,
Our very life to lose.
We seem to think that might makes right,
That what some think is prime,
And lose perspective in that way
To stop and take the time
To understand that in this land
Each one has voice and vote,
That each can choose a different way
Of which we must take note.
When people die on city streets,
Where all should there be safe,
We have to find a way to act
And not make others chafe
At unjust treatment, unfair rules,
Bad attitudes and hate,
Without a thought of how “they” feel,
It’s now we must relate.
For some are claiming God’s at fault,
For letting us run free,
That God should make us all be good,
And simply just agree.
But when mass killings are the norm,
Expected to increase
We have to find some common ground

And make our target 
                                               Peace,
                                                      Alex

Monday, June 20, 2016

Wales' Tales 06/20/16

This day is longer than all the rest,
A day of the year that some say is the best.
The daylight lasts longer than others do hold,
So hours of sunlight are ours to behold.
With temperatures rising as summer begins,
The promise of heat puts the sweat on our chins.
The crops in the fields are soaking up sun,
The process of making harvest begun.
And trees provide shade in the heat of the day,
As insects go buzzing through haze as they play.
It’s hard to believe as time races by,
That autumn is coming as clouds fill the sky.
The dog days of summer seem long and drawn out
And if there’s no rain, we just might face drought.
Then in the evening, as clouds rise and build,
The night can with lightning and thunder be filled.
The chorus of creatures who sing in the night
Has silently rested as the heat reaches height.
Except for cicadas that screech in the day,
Creating a din that adds to the display
Of Summer in full force, as earth shares its way
Of giving the creatures who live on this ball
A bounty of goodness for great and for small.
So, find you a cool spot where heat you release,
And contemplate summer, a part of God’s

                                                            Peace,
                                                                      Alex