Faith is a pillar that
Stands straight and
strong,
Symbol of right in a
World that’s gone wrong.
Faith is a pillow of
Feathery down,
Compass of comfort in a
Realm spinning round.
Faith can move mountains,
Conquer all seven seas,
Leap to the moon to
Defy gravity.
Faith seeks the truth
behind
Desperate lies that
Linger in shadows where
Decency dies.
Faith is believing
Through sorrow and strife.
Manna from Heaven
Nourishing life.
Life is just a deck of
cards
To shuffle and deal, win
or lose.
All who choose to play
the game
Accept the levy of their
fate.
The finite possibilities
are unforeseen
Til hands are called and
Kismet floats with subtle
kiss
To spin her wheel of
destiny.
Eight ball rests upon the
rail
Or teeters at the pockets
edge
As fools lay wager, skill
or luck,
Bank or combination shot.
The level of a steady
hand,
The measure of what’s
meant to be,
Divinity or providence,
the
End results are still the
same.
And luck is but a fickle
mistress
Pleading for just one
more chance to
Grab the glory found in
fortune
With no thought of
consequence,
While Karma lingers near
the borders
On her wild horse
carousel
And fate the only one who
knows
The final chapter of the
tale.
No one likes to say
goodbye
When loved ones part with
mournful sigh
And dare to beg the
question,
“Why?”
It turns a beating heart
to stone.
A tear or two to soothe
the soul,
But still the story goes
untold.
The ending lurking in the
cold
Unyielding darkness, all
alone.
Never seems to go away,
Recurring with each break
of day.
A bitter price for hearts
to pay,
A chill that settles to
the bone.
Should be,
Must be,
Will be more.
Someday upon another
shore,
Another chance,
Another door,
Another world where hope
is grown in
Gardens lush and free
from pain,
We will meet to love
again.
One may hasten to believe
that
Prayer is cure for every
ill that
Humanity might sore conceive,
a
Magic panacea pill.
One my listen to the news
With wonder and bewilderment,
Knowing that such
travesty
Could never have been
heaven-sent.
One may walk a pious path
Professing reverence as a
creed while
Behind a mask, on bended
knee,
Praying only in self-serving
need.
One may make a passionate
plea
For all who stand in desperate
need,
Victims of misfortune or
Another hungry mouth to
feed.
One may pray an end to
wars,
May violence forever cease.
If granted an answer to
just one prayer,
Let it be a prayer for
peace
I know that feeling,
The
feeling of one.
Adrift on a desert,
A
whole world undone,
Praying for shelter from
Cruel
midday’s sun,
No word of comfort
From
anyone to
Ease the anguish
Left
in the wake of
A melted mind, of
A
heart that breaks.
Tossed in the rush of
A
fiery lake,
Trapped in the rubble
Left
by the quake.
If time is the healer
A
broken heart needs
Then hasten its passing
Wherever
it leads.
More weathered miracles,
More
races to run.
Faith
finds Her passion
When
worlds come undone.
Sir Raven rides on velvet
wings to
Cast and eerie shadow on
an unsuspecting,
Unprepared, unenlightened
muddled mob of
Misfits eager to be
pleased,
Who dance the day away
with ease
And pray the daylight
fade away
To mask the folly of
their play.
Darkness treks with
silent footfall
Striding west to chase
the sun,
Painting scenes of
ghostly gray to
Cover cabin, field and
farm. The
Quiet drifter’s subtle
charm
Speaks soft romance by
candlelight,
The coming of the sacred
night.
Blessings of a peaceful
slumber
Grace the chambers of
repose to
Chase and banish
daylight’s demons,
Consequence of battles
born.
Rest a weary heart til
morn
To wake upon a newborn
day as
Nightfall gently slips
away.
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Crying?
No. No, don’t need any
more crying.
Had enough of that sad
condition.
Battled that bastard into
submission
Forward and back
To the gates of Perdition.
Flooded a river, a lake
and a sea leaving
Only a desert inside of
me.
Forget you?
No. I can never forget
you.
Don’t want to. Don’t want
to miss the
Smile in your eyes,
The flower of surprise
you always grew,
How your world was always
fresh and new,
The downy feathers of a
heart so true.
The oneness I could only
find in you.
Sad days are worth
remembering,
They’re with us anyway.
A tear-stained passage
from an old love letter,
A wax-nostalgia marathon
Of berry-scented memories
To make the days to come
feel so much better.
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Somewhere in a distant
gaze
The vast horizon looms
and lords
His majesty upon the
lands,
Touching, clinging earth
to sky,
Reaching far beyond the
eye where
Angels walk and eagles
fly and
Sunsets whisper with a
sigh as
Footprints dance across
the sands.
Clouds, like artist,
paint the heavens
With their shades of
rakish gold as
Silent thunder begs to
speak the
Comfort of a long-lost
friend. The
Courage gathered to begin
to
Set a broken heart to
mend and
Learn to live in peace
again in
Meadows just beyond those
peaks.
Withered hope may yet
survive to
Flourish on a distant
rise, a
Subtle spark to light the
eye.
Dreamers
never question why.
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Waiting for a call that
never comes,
Clinging to a mem’ry from
a broken hollow shell.
I only paint my walls
with promises,
A candle in the window,
As silence lingers in a
way
I’ve come to know so
well.
Heaven seemed so close
that I could taste,
Til all that milk and
honey disappeared without a trace
And left me standing here
wondering what to do.
I wipe the tearstains
from my pillow
As my heart breaks right
in two.
You said, “I’ll call
you.”
You
knew it wasn’t true.
And I believed in you.
I
feel like such a fool.
I’ll take my broken heart
and put it on the mend,
And maybe someday I can
learn to love again.
Time can cure, but some
wounds never heal.
Holding on to better times
Can only serve to steal
A chance for happiness to
share
With someone new.
Passing up on choices for
A dream that won’t come
true.
You said, “I’ll call you.”
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Caution! Cuidado!
Piso mojado.
Floors may be hazardous,
Slippery when wet. Though
we
Try to foresee her with
oracle eyes,
The future rides vapors
Of hope and regrets.
She slides past the
window, barely perceptible.
Vast possibilities offer
a tease
Building blinding
ambition of princes and palaces,
Dreams of a life rich
with comfort and ease.
And who is her master?
Who is the one who holds
every key?
Unlocks every door?
Who is her slave? Her
butler? Her servant?
Doing her bidding while
swabbing her floors.
Vague preparation
prescribes perspiration
And ego engages in
mocking behavior.
But no one may know when
The master comes calling,
So we slide across wet
floors
And pray for her favor.
