Pagan Freedom
by Ted L Glines

When pagans meet together
to party or to chat,
there's a freedom to BE;
it's as simple  as that.

Uptightness in our lives
is a crying shame and pity,
never looking at each other
on the sidewalks of our city.

In a complex, you can live
for many many years
and never know your neighbors,
not their loves nor their fears.

How  can you say
"I am good - he is bad"
if you  never ever know  him
your complaint is only sad.

We all live in boxes,
being that or being this,
in a cage of expectations,
never knowing what we miss.

But when pagans get together,
it's like the walls tumble down;
not putting labels on each other,
whether black or white or brown.

They laugh and drum together,
and sometimes work a spell,
and their freedom is contagious;
wishing everybody well.

May the people of the world
learn that love and cheer are free.
May they all come together
and forever blessed be.

Author's Notes: And  silently he said "So mote it  be." For many years, I have known many pagans and called them friends, and I have always been impressed by the lack of bigotry I've found among them. Frankly, I believe that God appreciates that. Somehow, in this more and more crowded world (6.4 billion of us, now), we need to put away the bigotry and learn to live together in the harmony which Jesus intended. I expect there will be those who will frown at the message in this poem. Sometimes it takes a forehead shot with a baseball bat to get someone's attention. Das ist sehr gut!

Passage
by Ted L Glines

lookit baby play
grand daughter sparkles
laughing in her eyes
playing gleeful
poke-a-bug
so bouncy happy young
only yesterday
I was grinny wonder playing
my grandma lookin on
smiling her old dreams
maybe dreams like mine
right now being young
with life a bouncing ball
puppy licks and fairy dust
and when I wasn't looking
grandma went away
as I will do someday
but baby plays my heart
my today is giggle sweet
dancing light and moonbeams
in her eyes

Outlaw
by Ted L Glines

In less than the wag of a glad dog's tail
I decided against you  going my  bail
the sheriff may frown
but he's just a clown
it  was much more fun  to break outta jail.

Like water rushing out of a faucet
that posse chased me with no one to boss it
they looked high and low
but they never could know
I was hid in the sheriff's closet.

The sheriff's daughter liked me a lot
this closet was where she grew her pot
just smilin and smokin
lovin and tokin
her closet-act really was hot.

The sheriff and posse was long gone away
so I came out to walk through his city today
I paused to note
if it came to a vote
I might be the new sheriff someday.

I talked with the mayor - the minister fool
it turned out the sheriff had not been too cool
he'd gunned and he'd bossed
but his honor he'd lost
he'd become an imperfect tool.

We held an election - simply perfection
I donned my star - old sheriff rejection
everybody was smiling
so very beguiling
it was like a new resurrection.

The old sheriff and posse came back
and they thought to give me a crack
but I'd armed the town
which gave them a frown
and we taught them a new way to pack.

So I married the sheriff's daughter
she loved the ring that I bought her
she said she'd been sad
but was ever so glad
that I broke out of jail and I caught her.