Category: Poetry

  • Self portrait

    Before you say who I am,I must first find myselffreedfrom the bad adviceand flattering applause,of sideline voicesand those inside my head.Cross currents of agendasand wind-chilling judgements.To reconcile inward discordand outward appearances.This is not for the faint-hearted,assailed by the unrelenting elementsof wind and tide,until all that is leftis,what remains.Only then can Ibebe- comingme.

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  • No Exit

    No exitThe sign, just beyond the cattle stop, said“No exit”.If you take this gravel roadthere is no way out,it’s a deadend.If you are to returnit can only be by the same roadbut you and I both knowyou can never travel the same road twice.You cannevertravel the same roadtwice.The solace of thisfierce landscapewaits:hills buried byyears of […]

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  • The Dreamer

    Said the Dreamer to the Darkness “I am not afraid”. For by the night I can see a horizon light years and beyond. Said the Darkness to the Morning Light “Welcome”. Knowing a dream is only a dream until it is seen by the light. Said the Morning Light to the Dreamer “Wake up, We […]

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  • Threshold

    Threshold The keen east wind funnels between the weathered barn doors over the threshold, where the chaff and the wheat have been separated by threshing and a cleansing wind. Today the same wind funnels between these ancient doors, and looking westwards you cross over the threshold, where chaff and wheat are separated by threshing and […]

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  • Turn to wonder

    Turn to wonder When the going gets tough turn to wonder; a crack that catches the light by a sideways glance, invading the darkness of questions that only make sense from the other side. Wonder, like the burning bush frees you from all names spoken over you. Wonder, like sky, once held every drop that […]

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  • Thinking of you

    I was thinking of you as I walked the line between tides, listening to the sea and the land clap hands, watching the the rise and fall of the oceans breath, and feeling the sand between my toes. This is my prayer for you. May you forever clap with two hands each dissolving one into […]

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  • I showed God my plans

    I showed God my plans and God smiled ear to ear, as if being presented with a child’s first poem. I showed God my plans and God wept, knowing the precious under pressure is fragile and easily breaks. I showed God my plans and God asked some questions, wanting to save me from myself yet […]

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  • First light

    Before the first light of morning, when only street lights notice, a world in waiting wakes, as darkness is bent towards the light, shadows go indoors for fear of being seen. As one set of blinds open another closes like sun shades, this fierce yet healing light splinters, reach deep into the souls shadows, terrifying […]

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  • The invitation

    Come with me and stand before the dawn, let us be still, without words and wait, wrapped in the blanket of darkness within and without. Watch with me as sun splinters break into our worlds, to see and to be seen, never giving ourselves in total to the light, but residing in the threshold of shadows […]

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  • Blessing Time

    As the days line up one after another outside the door of tomorrow with hours sorted and stacked in piles of do’s. May you know how to count the preciousness of each moment and not live the next before all of life is extracted from the present. As interruptions come in every shape of the […]

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