Bade Mother Nature at the dawn
Bring forth the trees, grow tall, grow tall
Beneath them lay a gentle fawn
Being sheltered, waits for night to fall.
They will dutifully face their fate
Anxious, they can only watch and wait
Always finding danger on their way
As the sun rises on a new day.
Stars this night resemble stilled fireworks right before they explode.
Porch light on, wooden gates unlocked, I begin to walk along a dry desert wash.
Underneath the moon's illuminating light, cotton woods cast dark shadows which capture my attention.
In my view are stringy Chollas, elegant Mesquite trees, some giant Saguaros.
I notice smoky mists a short distance away from where I now stand. A while lion is there, He stops; stares down into my joyful eyes with understanding.
His eyes are dark; shiny gentle lights might be pupils. He seems to know me.
With one last loving look passed between us, He is gone.
I wake up in my comfortable bed; I do not feel alone.
Happily I feel more alive. Smiling I begin a new day.
by S.E. Clark
ZACH
Let me take away your heartache,
Let me bear your unbound pain.
For I don't want you going through,
All that suffering again.
On the worst day of my life thus far,
We were standing side by side.
When we took our boy to hospital,
From Meningitis, there he died.
The pain I felt in my grieving heart,
I have never felt before.
I know those doctors tried to help,
And they could have done no more.
On the morning of Zach's funeral,
With a tear in my eye.
It's the hardest thing I've ever done,
As I bade our son goodbye.
To have your child die in your arms,
And there's nothing you can do.
Is the hardest test this world can give,
But his love will see us through.
So heavenly Father I ask of you,
Don't cast my Son aside.
For that young lad who we love so dear,
I now give to you with pride.
Slipping from the sheets,
her feet touch the carpet with regret.
She tips to the shower.
In, then out. Leaving last night’s sins
spiraling down the drain.
Dressing quietly and quickly,
she applies her red lipstick.
First, heavy.
Then tissuing off some so
it doesn’t look too fresh.
Her keys are where she left them.
She sweeps them up as she throws
her purse across her shoulder.
Without looking back
she leaves.
Checking herself in the rear-view mirror,
she touches up her hair.
As she pulls away, she catches a glance of
the hotel room door.
210.
And she knows that every number before that
no longer matters.
and your servant knows well
riches of awe had he none to tell
but thy servant has only one thing to bade:
may these words implied will not fade
the servant inside had been roped
by the conjuring presence you dare owned
thou made manacles with barely a mold-
and from afar meanly you installed
by that single moment
loftiness and you are adjacent
and that a servant like me
at the sight of you should down on his knee
imprisoned by your sovereign
profoundly helpless but of no bane
loud and clear i hear what you order
with enthusiasm, i do with no ponder
o fair maiden of my monarchy
may thee let this attendance be;
at your foot, thy servant will duty
please heed these, my velvet lady...
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