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 Hunger for Love

We Hunger for Love

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

Mother Teresa said it long ago.

“There is more hunger

for love and appreciation

in this world

than for bread.”

And it is so.

We long to be loved,

to be validated,

to be esteemed.

We seek recognition

simply because we live.

What is my part

in this grand drama?

To seek ways in which I

give out love, I honor,

I esteem my fellow man.

I see you as a valid individual,

not one that I can use

for my own gain.

You are worthy

of love and respect

simply because you ARE!

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Intention

Intention

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

My heart surgeon didn’t accidentally

do heart bypass on me.

He saw the need and that

he could cause a cure.

My second violinist friend

doesn’t just practice when

he’s in the mood.

He has intention of playing

a perfect concert,

and so, he practices.

The pilot on my last flight

didn’t fly safely just because

his supervisor was watching.

He wanted to get us to our

destination safely, and he did.

We do things on purpose,

with intention,

cause we care, we value others,

and we expect the same

from others.

I intend to treat you

with kindness and respect.

You deserve this most of all.

What do you intend?

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A Couple of Good Poems

A Couple of Good Poems

by Dr. Seuss

Hand-Me-Downs

Hand-Me-Downs

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

I grew up in a

hand-me-down time and place

Clothes passed from Donny

to Me to Randall.

I had to grow into

many shirts and coats,

pants and shoes.

And all was right

in my world.

I’ve been given

hand-me-down ideas.

Yes sir, no sir, please and thank you.

Religion too.

I remember this story.

Bob and Jane are preparing

for Easter dinner.

They are having ham

And all the fixings.

Jane reminds Bob to

cut the ends off the ham.

Why?

Because that’s what

my Mom always did.

Why?  Let’s call Mom.

She said, “That’s what

My Mom always did.”

Why?  Let’s call Grandma.

Grandma, why do you

cut the ends off the ham

before baking it?

She was suspicious,

And answered cautiously.

Because my baking dish

was too short.

That’s why.

So, what hand-me-down ideas

are you passing on

just because your

baking dish is too short?

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When Things Go Wrong

When Things Go Wrong

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

(This poem is marked UNKNOWN. It is not

mine, yet I love the thoughts found here.)

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow,

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
~ Unknown

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Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

It’s Saturday morning.

We had my French toast

with bananas in brown sugar,

rum, and other flavors.

Yum! Yum!

We slept in. 

I wrote.

She listened to a book.

We did nothing

and enjoyed every minute

of it.

I love Saturday mornings.

After a busy week

it is our oasis.

Later today,

we go out … out and about.

Where, we don’t much care.

How long, we don’t have a clock set.

All we know is this …

we get to be together,

together on this lovely Saturday,

doing nothing to the best

of our abilities.

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