And God Moved

And God Moved

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

I was born 71 years ago,

and God has moved

in my life ever since.

I broke my arm at nine,

and God moved.

I got my first job

at Redford’s Five & Dime

and God moved.

I lived my dream of

soloing with my

high school band,

and God moved.

The longed-for day came

when I went off to college,

and God moved.

I graduated on time,

and God moved.

My first job came along

in Orlando,

and God moved.

Then came Albuquerque,

Seattle, South Carolina,

Indiana, Texas,

and back to Seattle,

and God moved.

I’ve had incredible highs

in my careers,

and painful lows.

and through it all

God moved.

I’ve come through

Kennedy’s assassination,

the MLK marches,

the pros and cons

of Vietnam,

I endured Watergate,

Clinton’s lies,

the devastation of 911

and God moved.

Even today, with rioting,

burning of cities,

destruction of property,

anger and frustration,

I see God still moves.

Somehow, I believe

He is still around,

still watching,

still making cause and effect

in subtle ways.

Our woes and joys

are not at an end.

We are, perhaps,

not even at the

beginning of the end.

Maybe we are

at the end of

of the beginning.

This I know.

God is moving.

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We Spent the Day Doing Nothing

We Spent the Day Doing Nothing

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

We spent the day doing nothing,

and it was something else.

We did church,

we ate, we drove,

we shopped, we strolled,

we held hands.

We did nothing much,

and it was everything we wanted.

We laughed, we talked,

we separated for an hour,

and then were back together.

We didn’t do much of nothing.

We just did the next thing that came along.

When can we do nothing again?

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Fall

Fall

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

Fall is here.

And what does that mean?

We’ll see more orange and red,

yellow and gold.

We’ll crunch fallen leaves,

and rake them up,

and sometimes jump into them.

We’ll build more fire pits,

and roast marshmallows,

and eat s’mores.

We’ll sometimes bring the guitar,

and sing, and tell stories,

and laugh, and hold hands.

And bring out the cozy sweaters,

and knit caps, hoodies,

and gloves and scarves.

Yes, fall is here.

And sooner than soon,

Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I love fall!

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