Monday, December 11, 2023

Share Your Sadness

Joy is found

       in every

                       Christmassy winter snow.


What you seek to find

              is hidden deep inside

your melancholy pride.


The sadness may spark

         beauty in a world so dark.

       Know, your willingness to pay

it forward for a day

     could hand the hopeless

a new heart of gold.


In the unknown we see

a face for each story untold.

We find the willingness to give

to those with lives tough to live.


So, Share Your Sadness

with those who seek 

new beginnings 

              and times less bleak.


Thursday, December 7, 2023

I Am Not Alone!

I am not who I once was.


I am awake to the truth 

of bitter mistakes.


Let go-

how I would love to let go

but the memory

of wayward wrongdoing

digs deep within,

burrowing in my brain.


You have grown old

-withered like an unwatered houseplant.

See, I am not like you

                        I am outside in the weather,

and the sun, and the rain

                                   and the rocky terrain:

They were my friends,

              when, on you, I could not depend.


I Am Not Alone!


Thursday, November 30, 2023

In The Atmosphere

Right for me,

              what is right for me?


The sting of lost faith

        touches each tale

    I’ve ever told. . .


Been told before-

   I am not unique

 I am a relative.


I’ve strung together

every sad story

             turned to idol’s gold.


See, I am golden

in my mind,

no idol, but the

sun to shine

on wintry days decline.


I melt In The Atmosphere

of warmth

and almighty adoration.


Wednesday, November 22, 2023

The Somber State

Natures being

           is seeing

a harsh reality.


Natural disasters

         -divine-

tell of what’s to come.


An omen of outstretched hands

-togetherness to rebuild

the city nature left to crumble.


Nature is not your friend,

it’ll weather you to a foggy end,

and in her beauty, you will see

God’s wrath among the sea.


A hurricane’s fright

headed towards your home

       in the night.


With all the lives

         that nature took,

how can we overlook

The Somber State of

          our existence?


Wednesday, November 8, 2023

Be Glad!

 The thought had crossed my mind,

                   of you,

          from time to time.


Our growing affection,

     our growing life.


Learning to embrace change

               in a world which never stops.


Hope is like a swinging grace,

           He swoops in and takes my place.


I welcome Optimism,

  He’s the family

  I never had

when life grew sad.


“Rejoice,” He said,

            “and Be Glad!

Tuesday, October 24, 2023

I Quit

When is it enough?


Struggle and strive,

               for what?


Enough is enough,

                enough is enough. . .


When?

       When will it be?


Every hit or miss,

        mostly miss,

        mostly miss.


In my Antagony

I fail to see

                 the point.


So I Quit.

Saturday, October 21, 2023

The Moment

 I’d love to have my world

     painted in gorgeous, 

     but life is not that.


Life is not painted in gorgeous.


Life is printings of dated maps,

     covering unsightly holes

     in the walls of,

                  “I didn’t ask for this.”


The curse of humanity,

woven to repeat history.


The world is beyond my gaze

              of masterful praise. 

It spoke to me through

   the rhythm of the waterfalls.


I look the other way-

     A picture I once saw,

now hanging

          on the holey walls

             of my memory.


A river stone to save

            The Moment.

Monday, October 16, 2023

Growing Faith

 I’m lost without faith

in my broken space.


Shattered glass-

nothing broke.

I’ve awoken

to spoken

woes of attempts

at peace.


And Worry will not cease

to keep me searching

for the sound of shattered glass

in my broken space.


It seems as if the sound

is from outside the grounds,

and everything around

can’t shatter Growing Faith

in my broken space.


Thursday, September 28, 2023

Guilty Flowers

 A story left and told, it seems,

the season has a hold of me.


God’s plan strikes me, so odd,

and how could He? Why would He

let such a gentle soul

suffer as He’s done?


Remembrance of the Guilty Flowers

The beauty of nature’s need

to grow to seed

and bloom brand new.


Friday, September 15, 2023

Conveinence Kills

 Fear is on the surface

of worry and wasted time.


The pointed finger of guilt and shame, 

remind you,

                                       you are not to blame.


Convenience Kills the need

            to know the truth.