HOW CAN YOU HELP ME

HOW CAN YOU HELP ME

HOW CAN YOU HELP ME CRIPPLED JESUS
HOW CAN YOU HELP ME

HOW CAN YOU SHOW ME THE WAY
WHEN YOUR HANDS AND FEET
ARE NAILED TO THE CROSS

HOW CAN YOU MEND BROKEN HEARTS
WHEN YOURS IS BROKEN BY A SPEAR

HOW CAN YOU CLEAR MY MIND
WHEN YOURS IS CLOUDED
BY THE PAIN OF THORNS
HOW CAN YOU HELP ME

HOW CAN YOU HELP ME
MY WOUNDED JESUS
HOW CAN YOU HELP ME

AND JESUS SAYS
I CANNOT
AS LONG
AS I AM FIXED HERE

FIXED HERE
TO THE WOOD
BY THE NAILS

YOU MUST TAKE ME DOWN
AND LET ME BE WITH YOU
LET ME BE A PART OF YOU
LET ME BE WITHIN YOU

THEN YOU SHALL BE
MY HANDS AND FEET
MY HEART AND MIND
WHEN YOU AND I
ARE ONE
AS I
AND THE FATHER
AND THE SPIRIT
ARE ONE

BUT…
BUT WOUNDED SAVIOR
WITH YOUR DAMAGED FEET
WE WILL NOT TRAVEL FAR

LEAN ON ME CHILD
AND I YOU

AND WEARING OUR WOUNDS
LIKE BADGES
WE WILL MAKE IT THROUGH

NOT BY DENIAL OF OUR WOUNDS
FOR THEY ARE REAL

BUT IN THE WISDOM
THAT YOU TAUGHT US
THAT YOU DID NOT SUFFER IN VAIN
OR DIE IN VAIN

THAT YOU DID NOT SUFFER
AND DIE
FOR MY FAILURE
OR MY CONDEMNATION
BUT MY SUCCESS

AT SUCH A PRICE
CAN I REFUSE
TO TAKE YOU DOWN
AND MAKE US ONE


FRANK A VOLLMER

HOVERED

hovering


in the beginning
god created
emptiness
a void
and brooded over it
like a mother eagle
over her nest

from emptiness
he called forth
a WATERY globe

from the water
he called out
land

from land he created
all that was
and man

from chaos to man
with a wave of his hand
or rather a passing thought

or more likely
a passion to be loved

that man could see
god created sun

that man could rest
god created moon

that man could wonder
god created stars
to make man puzzle
and to reach

that man could challenge

he created rivers to cross
and mountains to climb

but what have we done
with all these gifts

like children
on christmas morning
we’ve squabbled over toys
broke them

and the parent weeps


frank a vollmer

HOUSE BLESSING

HOUSE BLESSING

May your house be big enough
To hold all the love
You give
And receive
May its walls be strong enough
To keep you from the wind
But doors opened to let the pilgrim in

May it be filled with tears and laughter
Sweat and leisure, books and slapstick
God's grace and cleaning power
But most of all may it protect you
For us and from us
And may our homes
Always be
Second home to you

Frank Vollmer

HOSPITAL GOWN

HOSPITAL GOWN

MY FRONT BEING PROPERLY HIDDEN
I SHALL NOT MENTION IT
BUT IN THE REAR
MY DERRIERE
PROVOKES LAUGHTER

AND AMUSEMENT

I DO NOT SHARE

MODESTY IS OUT THE WINDOW
ALAS ALACK ALAY
ANY ONE HAVE A SAFETY PIN
IT WOULD REALLY SAVE THE DAY
HOLDING CANE
AND CATHETER
I DO NOT HAVE A HAND
TO HIDE
MY
(FOR OTHERS)
AMUSING BUTT
AND SO I STAND A GAPING
FOR ALL THE WORLD TOO SEE
BUT SEE NO ONE’S LOOKING
AT MY
HEINIE
OR ME

FRANK A VOLLMER

GOD'S PLAN

GOD’S PLAN




I CAME HOME
ONE NIGHT
LATE FROM WORK
TO FIND ONE OF MY CHILDREN
WHO WAS AFRAID OF THE DARK
AND THE MONSTER UNDER THE BED
NOT WANTING TO GO TO SLEEP
AND CRYING

I HADN’T BEEN HOME
TO GO THROUGH THE RITUAL
OF EXORCISING
THE DEMON
AND THE GOODNIGHT KISS

AFTER WHICH HE WENT RIGHT TO SLEEP

I HAD NO MAGIC POWERS
EXCEPT THE TITLE OF PARENT
AND PARENTS
CAN WINDUP TOYS
REPLACE BATTERIES
FLY KITES
BAIT HOOKS
MEND BROKEN HEARTS
AND SCRAPPED KNEES

THERE WAS A BOAT
IN THE MIDST
OF A TURBULENT SEA
THE SAILORS WERE AFRAID
OF BEING SWAMPED



SO THEY WENT TO JESUS
ASLEEP
ON A PILLOW
IN THE REAR OF THE BOAT
AND LIKE CHILDREN
AFRAID OF THE DARK
CRIED
ABBA
FATHER
FIX THE WEATHER

THE SERMON USUALLY PREACHED
ON THIS STORY
IS THAT JESUS
WILL TAKE CARE OF US

I AM REMINDED
OF THE JEW
ON THE WAY TO THE CHAMBER
TELLING HIS CHILDREN
IT WILL BE ALRIGHT
A HOT SHOWER
A WARM MEAL

DID GOD FAIL THEM

OR THE HUNGRY
THROUGH OUT THE WORLD
IS GOD FAILING THEM

OR IS IT WE
WHO ARE THWARTING
GOD’S PLAN

DO NOT THE NEEDS
OF THE POOR
AND UNDERCLASS
HAVE PRIORITY
OVER THE WANTS
OF THE RICH
AND PRIVILEGED





ARE WE NOT TASKED
BY GOD’S PLAN
TO WORK FOR A WORLD
WHERE A MAN’S GREATEST WORRY
IS CHASING DEMONS
FROM UNDER THE BED


FRANK A VOLLMER

GOD BE IN OUR HEAD

GIFTS

PERHAPS AT BIRTH
OR AT CONCEPTION
FUSED INTO OUR BEING
BY OUR PARENT'S PASSION
THE GIFT OF WHO WE ARE
THE UNIQUE GIFT OF WHO WE ARE
DIFFERENT AS SNOWFLAKES
ALIKE LIKE SNOW
SHARING HUMANITY'S STORY
REACTING TO IT
BY THE USE
MISUSE
OR LACK OF USE
OF WHO WE ARE

TOGETHER
WE ARE THE BODY OF CHRIST
TOGETHER
WE ARE THE VESSEL OF HIS LOVE
WHICH GIVES US UNION
WHICH GIVES US FREEDOM
TO BE THE GIFT
OF WHO WE ARE
THAT UNIQUE PERSON
FORMED AT BIRTH
OR AT CONCEPTION
EACH ONE
SENT FORTH
WITH THESE WORDS

GO MY CHILD
IN YOU
I AM WELL PLEASED

Frank a vollmer

GIFTS (Romans 12:1-8)

GIFTS

PERHAPS AT BIRTH
OR AT CONCEPTION
FUSED INTO OUR BEING
BY OUR PARENT'S PASSION
THE GIFT OF WHO WE ARE
THE UNIQUE GIFT OF WHO WE ARE
DIFFERENT AS SNOWFLAKES
ALIKE LIKE SNOW
SHARING HUMANITY'S STORY
REACTING TO IT
BY THE USE
MISUSE
OR LACK OF USE
OF WHO WE ARE

TOGETHER
WE ARE THE BODY OF CHRIST
TOGETHER
WE ARE THE VESSEL OF HIS LOVE
WHICH GIVES US UNION
WHICH GIVES US FREEDOM
TO BE THE GIFT
OF WHO WE ARE
THAT UNIQUE PERSON
FORMED AT BIRTH
OR AT CONCEPTION
EACH ONE
SENT FORTH
WITH THESE WORDS

GO MY CHILD
IN YOU
I AM WELL PLEASED



Frank a vollmer