Years pile up
like leaves

another winter
of
slumbering trees

The oranges
and
the rusts

oil me please
so that I
not yield
to dust

I sympathize
with the
trees and the wildlife,
left to survive
a Winter's
frost

they are the
strong,
the invincible
and on us,
that should never
be lost

I can only admire
God's strength
within them,
as I stand with
mouth agape

Nothing on this earth
has ever wowed me
more than ....

God's work
to date



The Concrete Poet

If
i‘m
here?


We're


   not



guaranteed.



The Concrete Poet

life...

   ah yes,
life.

  sometimes
we find
thee one

and when
that one
is gone?

life,

let's us know that...

we were
probably,

probably
meant to be,

one
and
done.

they were
Russian roulette
with
love's gun.

love's future
may now seem
like a
dungeon,

but please,
continue to
walk through life...

don't run.

eventually
once more,
your love
may bathe in
thee one's sun.

it's not
the end
but perhaps,

a new
beginning.

it's simply time
to find a

new best
friend.

until then...
relax,
don't rush
and please,

give time for
your heart
to mend.


The Concrete Poet

numb,
eventually
we all become
numb of
life's subtractions

its vortex fails
to unsteady us,
its impact abates
to that of fractions

its aroma no longer
carries hints
of spice nor
offensive odor

to thine eyes
its once
brilliant hue is now
an ebon color

its touch
no longer unbearable
no longer a
raging fire

as years pass by
life's subtractions
just never appear
so dire

it feels cold
and then it
feels warm

but it always
feels warm
with the addition of
a new day's morn

numb as life's years
pass us by but
passionately alive
when we are born

asea,
tangled web
of complexity

raging rapids
hasten
mortality

albatross
lingers
over me

stiffen bones
death's
rigidity

spare the
beacon's search
for me

alas
my life may
no longer be

battered and
bruised I
was left alee

hello fear;
you have no power
over me

let me make
it clear,
death lost its sting
and
its frightening fee

satan is the coward
in the chair,
trembling and shaken
by God's might
is he

the holy spirit on
one July night
I did hear,
I received strength
unmatched to fight
the enemy

he never stood
a chance in that
hot and humid air,
since that July night
from fear.... I've been
set free

the power of Christ
is one not to
tempt nor dare,
I only asked for
serenity in my
hour of need.....

Jesus stood in front
of satan and
once again
defended me

fear of death
I had no longer
a care,
I once again watched
Jesus dispose of
the enemy....

now for Him,
for Jesus....
I fight for eternity