in the silence
of night….when I’m all alone,
I can hear whispers
calling from home.

every “I Love You”
that has ever been said,
fills my heart with light
through my soul, it spreads.

Wrapping me in peaceful love
holding me gently, but tight,
letting me always know
I’m never alone through the night.

in the silence
of night…..when I’m all alone,
I can hear whispers of love
calling to me, from home.
~

You think you’ve broken me down
that I’ll never stand again,
you think with hateful words
you’ve landed the big win.
So you think you know me…
I’m a pushover because I’m kind
don’t underestimate,
I actually have a powerful mind!
You don’t know the whole of it
and never, you truly will,
unlike you, I could never hurt another
out of hatefulness or thrill!
You are powerful with judgment
and you think you give a great show,
so go ahead, pick up that rock
give it a good hard throw!
But, remember this sweetheart
actually, it’s something you should know,
karma pays back in triple
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW!
I’d tread a little more lightly
if I were YOU,
all that hatefulness you put out
well, eventually darlin,
that bills gonna come due!
~

The whispers of early morning
carry the love of my heart,
upon the soft breeze of dawn
to my one and only sweetheart.
                    In the sky of shadowed blue
                      through the white clouds above,
                         my soul sings out to you
                           in a melody of sweet love.
In the warmth of the sun
when its rays are high and bright,
my heart sings out to you
through the beauty of love and light.
                     In the sky of painted colors
                as the sun sets in rose and gold,
             my love sings out to you
         of a song forever told.
As the moon glows in the night sky
and the stars twinkle bright,
I sing my love to you
as a whisper through the night.
~

A beer can, phone book, a grapefruit
and an Advent wreath
with four candles
in its nest of greens
Two weeks
Two lit
Third one's the Pink
a life three quarters spent?

Next weekend
Saturday-- The Sabbath
falls in Hanukkah

“Blessed art thou, Lord our God
King of the universe
who dost create lights of fire...”

I'll light that third-- the pink one
like a barbarian wise woman
who traveled too far along life's way
to find a Jewish baby, wrapped in rags

...or, was it the old guy that night
lying in the street
outside a New England bar

“Oh Christ! Ya gotta be kidding me!”

Nope, He was there alright

Wallowing in the freezing slush
amid his helpless drunken cries
No cell phones then
Scrapped my pizza plans

On foot alone
waving in frustration  
in the passing headlights
a turquoise, wind-crazed scarecrow
_

“Someone's gotta stop?
Someone has to help us, don't they?”
_

Now there are two beer cans
a grapefruit, and a phone book
beside the advent wreath

Third candle lit and leaning out
for hope along the way