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

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Wales' Tales 061416

So once again we stop to pray
For those whose lives were lost,
when someone who proclaimed the right
To kill at any cost
The innocent and helpless
Not armed to stand and fight
To strike with awesome weapons
In the darkness of the night.
‘Twas murder from the outset
To kill was his intent,
To prove that he had power
And was somehow “heaven sent.”
But what happened in Orlando
Is now added to the list
Of other situations where
Our pain cannot be missed.
They happened in a school room,
A college dorm as well,
A movie house, a restaurant,
All turned to living hell.
And all because some people
Assume it’s right to kill
If you should disagree enough,
Your rage becomes God’s will.
And we may want to answer
With anger of our own,
To let those who would do us harm
Our fury would be known.
But eye for eye and tooth for tooth
Has never worked out well,
The terror and the passion
Just increase to make pain swell.
Our best response is “stop and pray”
For all in our concern
To choose to love and share our hope
The evil we should spurn.
To make a sure decision
The violence to decrease,
And choose to follow Christ’s clear call
To serve the Prince of

                                    Peace,
                                                Alex

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Wales Tales 6/8/16

Suddenly we’ve moved from
Springtime into summer,
And with the coming of the heat,
It seems to be a bummer.
The pleasant days that greeted us
With early morning cool,
Have been replace with scorching heat,
A turn that seems so cruel.
And yet we live within a state
That’s known for summer heat,
A place where grassland turns to brown
And stalks to golden wheat.
We really shouldn’t gripe too much
With weather that we know
Will be replaced with northern winds
To bring us ice and snow.
That’s what it’s like to choose to live
Upon the rolling plains,
For with that choice we must resolve
When someone else complains
To thank God for the summer,
The rains that come with spring,
The autumn full of color
And the snow when sleigh bells ring.
For we are all dependent
Upon the gifts of God,
The rain, the food, the air we breathe,
The roads on which we trod.
This world we have been given
To use for our increase,
Our lives so full of mercy,
To lead us to God’s…

                                    Peace,

                                              Alex