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Welcome to my poetry site.

Here you will find simple stories: some serious, some thought-provoking, others humourous, but all easy to understand. Some poems are from my life experiences, others, just works of fiction (including all poems about prison and negative life-styles). Poems about spiritual issues come from my heart and my convictions.

Please enjoy, try not to judge, and keep an open mind.

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David Pekrul

Once Upon A Recipe
also by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

God's Love Was Not In A Hurry

I felt the guilt, although it was just a dream,
Telling him to "Hurry, hurry, hurry",
"But Dad, I bought you a gift and I need to pay",
"Just hurry", I heard myself say.

How could I be so cold and uncaring,
Thinking only of myself?
He had bought me a gift,
A gift out of love, and just wanted to pay.

The guilt and shame overwhelmed me.
It was only a dream, but the feeling was real,
"Dad, I need to pay", I bought you a gift",
"Just hurry, hurry, I haven't the time, just hurry."

Then I thought of my Saviour,
"Dad, I bought you a gift, the souls of men,
And I need to pay",
And God the Father said, "Well then my Son, go on your way."

"Take the time you need and do it right",
So God sent His Son to pay the price,
And I woke in a sweat at what I had heard,
For God's love was not in a hurry.

-David Pekrul-

To Her Daddy's Work Today

"Daddy, Daddy, let me come to work with you today"
She stood there sobbing as I drove away,
And in the rearview mirror I saw her crying as she waved,
And felt my heart break one more time again.

Everyday was just the same; I said she couldn't come,
My days were busy and I hadn't time,
To hold my baby on my knee and tell her how I felt,
Or have a cup of her 'pretending tea'.

My days were full of things to do and people I must see,
With meetings, shops and sometimes interviews,
And she would have to understand that Daddy's days were full,
And she would have to wait 'til he got home.

But even then there wasn't time to listen to her dreams,
Or watch her as she showed me how she danced,
And when she went to bed and asked if I would read a book,
I said, "Another time and maybe then."

Another day; I'm in the car and heading off to work,
And in the rearview mirror I see a face,
It's no one that I recognize or anyone I know,
A woman with a tear upon her cheek.

And then the image changes and I see a little girl,
Who's calling for her Daddy to be there,
To see the woman she's become while he was working late,
And tell her that he loves her all the same.

Now it was just a vision, but I turned that car around,
And went back home to where my baby was,
And picked her up and held her tight and told her I was there,
And took her to her Daddy's work today.

-David Pekrul-

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