Monday, May 14, 2012


asks for an aubade

An aubade is a morning love-song, just as a serenade is a love-song for evening.
I have tried romance from the male point of view!

(An acrostic)

As the brilliance of the morning drifts across your sleeping face,
Unique feelings, without warning, make me yearn for your embrace.
Beauty sleeps, and sleeping beauty hides within your tight-closed eyes,
And the world will swim in sunshine when they widen in surprise.
Daylight saddens and distresses; soon we part and parting's pain,
Evening, with its joyous rapture will close those eyes, in love, again.


We were asked to use the words from this song quote
"What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home "


If ever I think of God, and that is rarely,
I certainly do not picture him on the bus!
I still have that throne-in-heaven picture of him,
A Being the very opposite of us!
A slob, maybe, because he is unshaven,
But not some mortal trying to make his way;
The idea of Him sort of floating 'up there somewhere'
Is from childhood, but it lingers to this day.
If I were a small child these days I would see Him
A stranger with a computer in the clouds,
Clicking away, with pleasure, as we all do,
And quite removed from bustling human crowds.
Just like one of us he's tapping at his keyboard,
Uploading and downloading day and night,
Deleting people left and right and centre,
Deciding what is wrong and what is right.
And if He is fumble-fisted as he's tapping
The whole darned system ends up on the blink;
I often think He isn't even trying.......
Look at His world! We don't know what to think!
No! God on his way home on 'Number Forty'
Just doesn't even strike the slightest chord,
(As to 'was one' ........ well that's simply not good grammar!)
All in all, I am completely under-awed.

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