Vapors

Vapors rise to form clouds and dreams. Most take flight to drift on a pleasant breeze, Then dissipate unremembered. The few give of themselves to the nurturing of green hills; Causing flowers to bloom in bursting color! While others grow, gather, rumble, and flash! Turning day to night under fear’s shadow; Destructive damaging force! Genesis … More Vapors

Under a Cold Sun

Virtual sun-shine, so brilliantly cold! Ruling the land without sympathy. Some lives don’t matter! I’m told, Rid the burden! Despise empathy! Toward the unborn, those too old… State decides whose life is worthy. Drones obliterate in sums untold. A bloodless click! A war so stealthy… Beware silent attack! Horrors behold! Non-endangered, Power’s Wealthy. By Mandate, … More Under a Cold Sun

Totalitarian

I look around me and see, Everything I’ve known coming apart; Angry people seeking unity in common hatred, Tribes forming; preparing for a great battle… Over the lost soul of a too proud nation. Denying the Spirit that kept them, Bent on destruction, On war.   “It’s time to tear it all down!” they say, … More Totalitarian

Peace on Bended Knee

This hope I’m sending on the wings of faith, Is more than my day-dream of goodwill and peace… This is a promise; made so long ago for all willing to receive; Riding the wings of a dove; open up to faith! Be received; held securely, be filled, know peace… Blindness doesn’t characterize those of faith! … More Peace on Bended Knee

The Refuge

Emerald leaves full of life transformed into rubies and gold have all fallen; leaving bare, grey branches shivering in the wind. The cold hard ground connects with freezing air putting the atmosphere in deep freeze. Black storm clouds are building on every horizon, moving to meet overhead and collide in an epic storm, like no … More The Refuge

Joyous Rest

Empowerment entwined in purple stems of lavender, growing on the east side of the old, grey wash house. Expertly cut and crushed to fill heart-shaped sachets’, then tucked beneath my pillow to assure restful dreams between lightly starched sheets sprinkled with rain-water. Moon beams filtered through sheer white Pricilla curtains, to guide my thoughts toward … More Joyous Rest

Joy Waits on God

I am war-weary, in need of a furlough, and awaiting an honorable discharge. I am battle-hardened but this war is long; it has been raging for centuries, filling the earth with blood. My enemy is a deceptive predator who sometimes, weakens me by sneaking into my thoughts. You see, I once fought on his side, … More Joy Waits on God