Hope For Those Who Suffer From Adhesion Related Disorder.

Me, Myself and I.

I never imagined all things were entwined,
Like life in general, most especially mine.
Oh yes, I had heard of heaven and hell,
And I laughed and I scoffed: do tell me the tale!

For I am my own; to no one I owe,
And I'll choose for myself the way I shall go!
And so that I did, and life was just fine,
Yes, sometimes I wondered...but...I was still mine!

And oh how I loved and adored all my ways,
I had little for you, most certainly no praise.
You were nothing more than a punching bag for me,
I delighted in harm, it brought me such glee.

Sometimes in the dark and deep of the night
My thoughts would cover the areas of my life.
And every now and then my thoughts shuddered me,
And now I know it was my heart that did plea.

But any fear that I had, left each morning when I woke.
Daylight adorned me in glory: my egocentric cloak.
And when I grew old, it was too late to see,
That I hated all others because I hated me.

One evening, all alone, and so sure of myself,
In the darkness, bony fingers suddenly rapped on a shelf,
I gasped and I fell--to his great delight,
The death angel roared: "The fun starts tonight."

I begged and I pleaded, "Just why are you here?"
But he laughed and he mocked as he pulled forth a spear.
Before I could scream, I was already dead,
And I watched as he pulled a book out and read:

"This was your life, you did it your way,
Day after day, you never once strayed.
And here is the story of your life as you planned,
Just as you began, you'll see there's no end.

You'll not find connection anywhere in your plan,
For me and myself is a web of no end.
I'm proud of the way that you scorned all the others,
Mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.

You brought them great pain, oh yes, you succeeded,
My expectations of you, you always exceeded!"
Now, here, take my hand, I'll help you from the floor,
What's that you say? It's me you abhor?

Forgive me for laughing, but on this you can chew:
For you are me, and I...well, I'm YOU!
Now don't look so sad, we're on the same path,
Eternally bound, together in wrath!

For me and myself have always been banned,
When the great one commanded love for fellow man.
But we chose to walk a path all our own,
And our lives are the creator of our eternal home.
©Karen Steward July 4th 2007

Hog Blog.

Tonight when I spoke to my mom on the phone,
She wanted to know what I do all day long.
She complained that I never call anymore,
Reminding me she was someone I shouldn't ignore.

"Oh it's nothing, mom," I answered, "Nothing at all,
My gosh, I hadn't realized I'd forgotten to call.
I'll make myself a note; oh my, I'm ashamed-
This blog that I'm keeping is always calling my name!"

"The hog that you're keeping?! For the love of Pete!
I surmised it was a man, but with a hog I compete?!
You know honey, I've always worried about you,
Too long in the womb, you were way overdue...

I hope you're not keeping him in the house,
Oh God how I wish you'd gotten a spouse!
You know Roger Jenn is still available,
I know he's ugly, but I bet he's still able."

"Mom," I laughed, as I rolled in the floor,
"Listen to me, it's not a hog I adore!
If you'll give me a chance, I'll try to explain,
It's a blog mom~ a blog~ that's captured my brain."

"I heard you the first time," she said with a sigh,
"Luther Hanes is still single and a really great guy.
I know, I know....you call him a dork,
But my Lord honey...now, you're settling for pork?!"
© Karen Steward

Guard Your Soul.

Guard Your Soul

Can you find hope in the heavens above?
Do you touch another with an extension of love?
Or are you filled with anger and hate,
Judgment and careless with another man's fate?
Do you ever consider the path that you make?
And what will follow as you enter God's gate?
Have you stored up riches on the earth's hopeless floor?
Have you violated your soul in hopes you'll get more?
Or have you listened to your heart when it cries?
And guarded your soul from deceit and lies.
What is behind me when I walk through this life?
My footprints are impressions, as sharp as a knife.
My tongue though it speaks, what does it say?
Did I speaks words of love, or was it decay?
My ears though they hear, do I listen at all?
When my heart carefully whispers and warns, lest I fall.
My hands though flesh, can they feel another's pain?
Or am I calloused and as cold as the rain?
May my soul not be hardened by the weariness of life.
May my soul see beauty in ever sunrise.
May I look at the heavens and not be mundane.
May I never forget that to give is to gain.
© Karen Steward July 2006

How Do I Live? How Will I Die?

When goodness abounds, evil will arise, for evil despises good. May this poem inspire those who do good to persist in their endeavor and may those who do evil ponder the ultimate consequences of "sowing and reaping".

How Do I Live? How Will I Die?

I rise in the morning and make my bed.
My mind is alive with wonder or dread.
What will I plant as I go through the day?
Will it be a flower or a garden of decay?
When I look at you will I see God's creation?
Or will I curse you because of my own desperation?
From the depth of my heart what do I share?
Is it kindness and love or hate and despair?
When your face is radiant do I compliment you?
Or does your joy only cause my hatred to brew?

Do I ever stop to think about the seeds that I sow?
Do I ever consider that what I’ve planted will grow?
Am I such a fool to think I’ll not die?
When I curse you and spread vicious hate and lies?
For only a fool would think nothing is lost
When he harms and maims, but counts not the cost.
O man, what a fool, to think he’ll not answer
For the evil that arises from a soul filled with cancer.
For the day will come for each on this earth.
The moment of death that finalizes your birth.
And what will the years in between have to tell?
A story of love or a story of hell?
For what I have lived will open my grave,
And what I receive will be just what I gave.

Karen Steward, August 5, 2006©