I’d Forgot the Hugs and Kissing

After a much-needed long weekend break to recharge and rest I began tinkering with this poem last night. It pokes a bit of fun at someone who often takes himself way too seriously, but I am hoping that maybe you can identify with him just a little!

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While I was reading in the Bible 
I laughed about some fools 
Who made long lists of do’s and don’ts 
And for every twitch had rules! 

Over washing hands they worried 
And tithing Brussel Sprouts 
But on loving and forgiving 
They left those precepts out 

But as I snickered I recalled 
The many rules I kept 
From the early morning hours 
Till the evening shadows crept 

How at ten o’clock on Sundays
Off to meeting we must go 
And how I'd fussed about the kids 
When they were moving slow 

And our prayers in the restaurant 
Were always said before we ate 
Yet I griped about the waitress 
When she brought our food out late 

Then I hung my head in shame to think 
Of all the loving we’d been missing 
While dotting I’s and crossing t’s 
I'd forgot the hugs and kissing!

I'd Forgot the Hugs and Kissing 
By Peter Caligiuri
Copyright ©2023
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Listening – Part 2

I finished a somewhat longer article on listening, but I will wait to publish that tomorrow. This morning I wanted to lighten the mood a bit by sharing a poem I wrote a few years ago, titled Ears. I hope you enjoy and that you will join me on the journey of learning to listen.

Ears

Only ears can hear
That's just the way God made us
If ears were eyes or nose
They'd certainly betray us

But when God fashioned ears
Those humble awkward things
That flop about and wiggle
On little inner springs

He made a way to tell us
How much we'd been forgiven
And then He set and tuned them
To hear His words from Heaven

Yes only ears can hear
That's just the way God made them
Humble listening gifts
Let's certainly obey them!

Ears by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright 2021
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Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger
James 1:19  ESV

Flying Lessons

The hummingbird was sleeping in
When mother shook his wing
Wake up John it’s time for class
I heard the school bell ring!

He opened first one tiny eye
Then peeked out of the nest
He knew the day for flying lessons
What was his mom planned next

So out the door with trembling heart
John’s wings began to beat
Then up into the wind He flew
To lessons down the street!


Flying Lessons  Copyright © 2021 Peter Caligiuri
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But this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, 
and reaching forth unto those things which are before, 
I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. 
Philippians 3:13-14 KJV

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Thank you to everyone who seemed to enjoy the two recent poems I posted here this week! I was genuinely surprised and grateful for the many kind comments and for those who shared the posts. Honestly, I have never been able to write much on a schedule or by demand, but I do try to pass on in the moment the lessons God is teaching me – sometimes in verse. This morning’s poem was one I wrote for the younger crowd. I wish I had Gary’s acumen with a camera to share my own hummingbird photos, but I did my best with what stock pics I could find. Flying Lessons was part of the children’s section in a collection of poems which I published this Summer titled, The Road That Leads to Home. (There are three sections for the adults). If anyone is interested, this collection is available in both softcover and eBook on Amazon. You could search it out by title for yourself of follow the link. Have a blessed day everyone!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B92LB2R3?