Michael T. Peil Cheyenne, Wyoming

Michael has been writing poetry since 1987. He is a former yardmaster of the Union Pacific Railroad and is currently residing at the Don Berry ranch. He is active in missions and local ministry, having been in South America and Africa, Michael's poetry has been published in local newspapers, newsletters, Mile High Poetry Society and by the National Library of Poetry. His focus is on social and spiritual issues and helping others through torments of life. "Writing poetry is the ability to share the passions and pain of the heart, hopefully for the benefit of others.

Time Has Come JESUS, How many of you have become uncomfortable by the mention of this name? Is it because deep down we know the truth, and we're living in shame? The time has come for us to clean up our act and repent of the sin. The age for folly has come to a close. A new life is about to begin. We can beat around the bush and try to make sense of it all. But take a look around, can you feel the pressure? Can you hear the call? We've played these religion games, just about long enough. You can't play forever, its time to get tough! Be very careful of the doctrines you hear and the places you dwell, For the deceiver has many faces and his deception can place you in hell. We keep pushing the line of righteousness out of sight and mind. Pretty soon there remains no more light. We are blind! Death's sting can happen at any moment, this truth we all know. Can you answer honestly? Which place you will go.

COMMITMENT Marriage by description is the legal union of man and woman as husband and wife. The ceremony doesn't come with instruction on the dos and don'ts or how you should live your life You become partners to share the journey and the long road ahead. But you can't stay on the honeymoon forever, you know you have to get out of bed. The start is always nice but reality has its own way of kicking in. You start having by- products so the fun really begins. Through all the obstacles some days just never seem to end. Pretty soon the years have come and gone and you look back and realize that your mate is still your friend. At the time you didn't really think about what you were doing or why. The commitment just seemed right, we'll make it work, tell the day we die. The ole sparks can turn into a flame, but has to be handled with care. Just like any fire, it will keep burning if you feed it and give it just a little air. Sometimes for us to keep moving ahead, we have to look back to see where others have been. Learn how to share the joys and the burdens and through it, remain friends. Words can't always express the things that should be said. About living out a commitment that you can see from the life you have lead.

THE ACT These times are confusing, Morals, values just seem to fade away. Leaving a sense of loss, can we bring them back to stay? Trust is lacking in our everyday commitment to the human race. Pride and selfishness are the patterns of this new pace, To spring forth the hope with contentment there in, We must confess and call the tear what it really is Sin. Forgiveness of the act is why Jesus died upon the Cross. Mercy and grace were given by his commitment, Love and Loss. The debt for salvation was now paid in full. We've confused the act with the spreading of our bull. Is it really so hard to understand love on its greatest terms? When in minds and hearts, it bear concerns. All he ever asked was to keep the focus on him. That tool in itself will help us to resist the sin. Pride is the culprit in which sin can live. Robbing our hearts of the ability to give.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Michael T. Peil. All rights reserved.