Tamra

On a lonely night when friends are few
I close my eyes and think of you
A quiet night
A silent tear
How I wish to God that you were here

Another smile,
another tear,
another day,
another year,

Another summer
spring, autumn too.

But there won't be
another you.

© Michael Flinner, October 26, 2004

My Leap of Faith

I’m taking a chance, I’m spreading my wings
I’m holding my breath to see what life brings
I’m frightened and scared but know in my heart
There’s new life ahead just waiting to start.

I’m not always sure that I’ve made the right move
I’m leaning on faith that God will approve
He’ll love me and take me where I must go
And around every corner I’ll continue to grow.

I’m anxious it’s true I’m ready to learn
I can’t wait to see where my path’s gonna turn
Closing my eyes, giving God both my hands
I’m excited to see where I’m going to land.

© Michael Flinner, March 2004

Thank God for dirty dishes
Some have a tale to tell
While other folks go hungry
We’re eating oh so well
With health and home and happiness
We shouldn’t want to fuss
Because, by the stack of dishes
God’s been good to us

© Michael Flinner, April 2001

So this is how it ends
I’m down to my last drop
I’d like to pour another splash
in my coffee cup

Thought I’d get more out of life
Than life got out of me
Don’t let anybody tell you that
Forgiveness comes for free

I’m really looking forward
To seeing the other side
My life here on this earth
Has been less than an e-ticket ride

I used to work, fish, write and sing
I’d do all the things simple joy could bring
Seems as though it’s all down the drain
There’s nothing left but eyes of pain

I’d pray “please God, make this go away”
As though a huge bad dream
I often wake all full of sweat
In blood-curling screams

So this is how it ends
An empty iron flask
Sorrow, grief, redemption
All hide beneath my mask

Strangers staring back
A glass panoramic view
One last “good-bye”
No tears to cry
I’m someone they once knew

As I depart, one final breath
Am I finally free?
Please void my invitation
To the Devil’s waltz
For a site beneath an olive tree
Oh’ Blessed Silence

© Michael Flinner, June 2004