So many people seeking love
online and in person.
So many people disappointed,
imperfect matches.
Why can’t it be easier,
finding the right one?

Bob Boyd

Folks called Mary Weatherton Miss Mary,
a beloved social worker who served the poor.

Throughout the years she helped thousands
find shelter, food, supportive programs.

She helped hundreds of homeless people
get off the streets and live better lives.

All of her humanitarian work, all of her kindness,
ended when a crazed homeless person

stabbed her multiple times in the chest
and ended her exceptional life.

I think to myself, where was the God
of Love in that?

Bob Boyd

Somewhere little mice are carrying on
merrily in cages,

running around having fun, playing
with each other.

Unknown to them, their lives are
ending soon

in the bellies of pet snakes, their
brief existence merely for food.

Maybe I shouldn’t be concerned
about that,

but the contrast of happy, carefree mice
being terrified and eaten

by snakes, disturbs me deeply.

Bob Boyd

A little girl lies in a hospital bed,
wires hooked up all over her,
a breathing apparatus on her nose.

She looks barely alive, a pitiful
sight.

She can barely speak … until
she says, “Jesus is hugging me.”

Then she starts listing the
titles of various books in the Bible,

titles her mother says she
never knew of.

To me, this is miraculous, and
I believe it’s entirely true.

Bob Boyd

I’ve often seen people hugging wild animals
in YouTube videos.

Sure it’s surprising and fun to see, but
I worry about those people

because some have died when the
animals in an unexpected moment

were no longer tame and compliant
but became wild again.

And in that terrifying moment, attacked
and ended those humans lives.

Bob Boyd

At first she was so giving
sex all the time

But the day came when
she lost interest

and eventually he lost
interest in her

and she lost interest
in him

and they were living
more like roommates

than a married couple
still in love

and not surprisingly
their marriage died.

Bob Boyd

It was like something out of a fairy tale
when the crane came knocking on the glass of her door.
Tap … tap … tap … and there he was, long beak and all.
It began one day when she was sitting at her picnic
table outside her home.
The crane suddenly appeared and just stood staring at her.
For reasons obscure, it had no fear of her, as if she
were another crane.
Then it came to see her everyday and eventually learned
how to tap on the glass of her door,
the beginning of a long term relationship that sadly ended
when the crane got hit by a car and died.

Bob Boyd

In a dream in a room filled with people,
I saw two men briefly get in a fight.
But the scene shifted so fast that I
didn’t get to see the outcome.
The scene shifted again, and one
of the men walked back into the room,
as though there had never been a fight,
and I could see he was a nice guy, as
was the other guy who fought him.
One guy was up for shaking hands
and forgetting about the tussel,
but the other was still angry.
So I stepped in and convinced him
to forget about the fight and took
his hand into the other guy’s hand,
and they both shook hands and
let the grievances go.
What that was about or meant
I do not know.

Bob Boyd

Day is night.
Night is day,
blending into
each other
almost as
though one.
Time speeds up.
you slow down.
Then you see
how it all went
by so fast, and
then you’re in
the ground
with day and
night still
blending into
each other
as though one.

Bob Boyd

Some people claim to have
had phone calls from the dead,

as if the dead can in rare cases
make phone calls from the afterlife,

as if the dead could use technology
to make contact with the living.

On September 20, 1988, the author,
David Koontz, supposedly received

a phone call from a woman he
thought was his mother.

She said, “Please be careful” 3 times.

2 days later, Koontz’s father, who had
dementia, tried to stab him to death.

Maybe there’s something to phone
calls from the dead.

Bob Boyd