The Moon smiles at me like Chester the Cat.
A drag on my pipe, a puff of smoke later,
I smile right back as I tip my hat.
“Another Sweet Josie,” I tell the waiter.
I scribble, setting slip’ry thoughts solid.
Like ocean waves inside I ride my buzz.
Writing a record of all that I did,
All that I thought and felt the world was.
In Luna’s light I write in deep delight.
The noisy pub, the greasy grub, only add
To the wellspring of words that fit just right.
A night all to myself thoroughly had.

© Andrew J. Goggans 2012

I often wonder,
I so often muse,
After I blunder
And my way thus lose,
Or "My will!" thunder
And Thy love abuse,
How Thou doth show me
Exactly where and
How I so failed Thee.
A touch from Thy hand
Bends my stubborn knee,
Shows me childish, and
Doth wholly suffice
To melt my hard heart
And make me realize
Just how great Thou art.

© Andrew J. Goggans 2008

Deep to my soul it clings,
A wordless thought I cannot speak
A heavy tangle of feelings
Which I've wrestled for many aweek.
As verbose as I can be,
Still my tongue fails me.

It's not quite depression
That eats and eats away in me:
A pent up frustration
Oh so slowly poisoning me.
It sickens to the bone
as I struggle

                                        alone.


© Andrew J. Goggans 2008