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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.
Thanks so much,
David Pekrul
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.