He hears the shouts of battle
as the mighty cannons sound.
Eyes stinging from black powder
he fires his final round.
His body torn and bleeding,
he collapses to the ground.
As darkness falls he wonders
if he ever will be found.
Five suns and moons will rise and set
upon that gory hill
before the air is silent
and the guns have had their fill.
The natives call it slaughter.
The preacher says, "God's will."
It doesn't matter what you call it,
to that soldier on the hill.
His eyes are fixed, and lying still.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
I used to have a budget
I don't know where it went.
But it's too late to start one now,
the money's all been spent!
Yet there are still more bills to pay
and some are due tomorrow.
Wishing won't make them go away,
So we'll just have to borrow.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
Two dear, sleepy heads, now tucked into bed
with a kiss, and a prayer, and good night's all said.
Each day has its wiggles, its tantrums and giggles
that still to a sigh, as they snuggle in bed.
We tiptoe from their room. Has the day passed so soon?
Did we play enough games? Were enough stories read?
But as morning grows light, sunny faces in sight,
assure me again of a full day ahead!
A new chance to grow, to listen and know,
to love and to treasure, those dear sleepy heads!
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
Exalted in my estimation,
captured by imagination,
enamored yet by selfish will,
You know me well, but love me still.
You call me out of wilderness
into a place that You can bless.
So tenderly, You let me know
there is no place that I can go -
That separates me from Your heart.
I have been called. I'm set apart.
Though I have wandered from Your will,
You know me well, but love me still.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
I quietly slip beyond my door,
leaving behind an unwashed floor.
The heap of ***** crumpled clothes,
the end of which, nobody knows.
I close my door, turn from the mess,
breathe in, and drink of quietness.
Then take my lonely, lovely stroll
deep in the woods to a hidden knoll.
Where I shall dream, and plan, and pray
gaining spirit and strength, for a very full day.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Given with a pledge to bear,
this symbol, timeless, everywhere.
It's smaller, yet the golden sun
is reflected in this one.
A gift of heart and soul and mind,
it can't be any other kind.
To minds of lovers often springs
this token of eternal things.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
She hesitates a moment on the stair
uncertain if her daddy knows she's there.
Then, careful to avoid the slightest creak,
descends another, just to take a peek.
With wonder at what's going on below
she longs to be included, and to know.
Until her curiosity's been fed,
there is no point to tucking her in bed!
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
I walked down to the Potter’s House
one fine sunny day
to find the Potter hard at work
with a stubborn lump of clay.
He poked and prodded, pressed and pounded
then sighing in dismay
considered tossing that lump away.
But now instead of a darkened frown
His face lit up as He cast it down
And worked to form and bend it
to the new thing He intended.
Though starting with hope of a chalice cup
A sturdy chamber *** rose up.
A brand new lump, when He was done
was unwrapped, moistened, thrown and spun.
It yielded gladly in His hands.
To a chalice on the table stand.
The chamber *** began to say,
“But why have you made ME this way?”
“Why am I for common use
instead of a chalice for wine or juice?”
But the Potter said frankly, in reply
“It is not yours to question why.
Don’t I have the right to make
What I wish? It’s no mistake.
I used your temperament to find
your exact calling – for your sake.”
“I did not cast you in the heap
or throw you out into the street.
You still have found a useful place
and in this, I have shown you grace.
Though a chamber *** you be,
Be the best chamber *** for me.”
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
There was a time
when their eyes were locked
on each other.
There was understanding
and the door was open.
But his anxious heart reads
what is not written on her face.
He is afraid
that she is slipping away
and quietly shuts the door.
Now he wonders.
And she wonders what he wonders.
But will not ask,
afraid to read what is written there -
confirming the door is locked.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
Now, safe within these walls
I can forget
the press of things undone,
days of regret.
Tonight new dreams are mine
with just a touch.
Enclosed within your arms
and loved so much.
As treasure in your eyes
I feel no fear.
We dance, we spin and float,
then, resting near -
Your warm hand holding mine
in sweet repose.
Your breathing stirs my hair,
your eyelids close.
Tonight, new dreams are yours
with just a touch.
Enclosed within my arms
and loved so much.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC