Category Archives: Poetry

Let me stay drunk Who pours It should not matter

What was old, is new again What was broken, is whole again What was dark, is light again What was loud, is silent again What was full, is empty again What was empty, is full again What was lost, is found again What was despair, is hope again What was a tree, is seed againContinue reading “Again”

Yes I always Was And forever will Be Maybe not as you know me And not quite as you see Know yourself as me And know me as you In the moment that is right now See me, as I see you For I am here for just a fraction Of a moment, this isContinue reading “A fraction of a moment”

It is much easier to look up And pray to You with reverence Than to have You stand in front And look You in the eye with deference It is much easier to bow my head And accept Your will and action Than to lift my gaze and see You and question my own infractionContinue reading “Much easier”

Looking up to you My pilgrimage Calling out to you My rosary Going blind to see you My seeking Longing to hear you My penance Your name on my lips My prayer

Look up See yourself How can you not fall in love Every time?

Like a bolt of lightening Or the hunted deer A falling star Or a thunder clap I feel like I am on the edge Another breath And I can step off Fall into the abyss Or test my wings But what I want What I really want Is to be silent To be still LikeContinue reading “Still waters”

Why do I mourn What am I to lose I only mourn myself I only lose myself Let me prepare As the night prepares To lose Before day break Lose my prayers And my candles And my temple bells For my God Has to go home And I am, again, lost Whirling

Would You like to join me I have made the sun for breakfast Laid it on a platter Of the most beautiful blue sky Sprinkled with only the best Whipped clouds of shades of grey With gold seams and silver streaks And the gentle breeze Laden with jasmine Have a bite Of fire and lightContinue reading “Join me”

I am not greedy nor remotely vain Some might even say noble I don’t always look for gain I try to be kind And always considerate Understanding and gentle Never impatient irate I take what little is given With joy and gratitude Whatever little I can get I appreciate, not brood Take each little morselContinue reading “The Taker….The Giver”