FIND HOME
For those wondering souls who’s lost their way,
who has even forgotten their name,
For those of you, who lost their faith,
because of more than your fair share of pain.
A life of roses among the thorns,
more than petals paving the way,
More than joys, your sorrows worn,
a soul with holes like soles of shoes each day.
Would that I could have saved you,
From the cruelties your mind and heart endured,
Would could I have even prevented,
What they said was for you, no cure.
Would that I could have pointed to signs,
When your obscured vision had gone,
But the lady has now laid down the path,
for her lost children to find their way home.
For those who had gone in another direction
although Jesus said, “I am the Way”
No other Truth, no other Light there be,
it was a lie that led you astray.
Come now my children, like a mother hen,
shielding her chicks from the storms,
The grace of Christ to gather you,
in His loving protective arms.
At Christ’s return to collect His bride,
And soon we’ll be rapturously gone,
But there will still remain a narrow way
a martyr’s path in red showing the way home.
You couldn't find God, because you've become too serious.
You couldn't see her, even though she's everywhere.
I call your God her, and you're fast to correct it.
See how serious you've become?
Cuz even them, they don't care about their pronouns, titles.
But us human, we fight, we create 'movement' for such things.
See how serious we've become?
God is playful and creative.
He plays hide and seek,
Behind trees, clouds, mountains
In the eyes of the children,
and on their smile.
God is never serious.
We've built concrete structure, surrounded by walls, separated by fence, languages and religions.
And we call it the House of God, in all different names.
Our nations, our territory, our race...Don't we forget that the very foundation we are on, the Earth, it's part of his Kingdom?
God is never serious,
but don't we see, how serious we've become?
DucIndaDeep
Yes, Deirdre Harrison, yes
I sang that song to my son
for years before he asked me to stop
I love you too,
Billy Holiday
"I'll always think of you that way"
in the way I hope my son
remembers me
when the trumpet plays its solo
and lesser sounds stop
This cabaret has cleared out
and the carousel has stopped turning circles
but "when the night is new"
I will find the corners
of the moon
and the meaning
of a strangely shaped life
To all my friends and family,
The ones who search to find me.
They look in the beautiful trees.
They look in the rooms I call comfy.
But that's not where I am.
That's not who I am.
They look in the corners of a library.
They look in the crowds of parties.
They look in the mountain breeze.
They look in the waves of the seas.
I love all these things.
But they are not what make me.
Tell me, friend. Do you want to find me?
Look in the gangs where I bleed.
Where the homeless lack company.
Where the faithless are angry.
Where the children are lonely.
Where the violent reign free.
There is where I will be,
As long as my heart beats.
River to the sea
long road to that better land,
who knows what we'll find
in the middle of the bridge
where a compass finds solid ground
and morality meets gravity
All the dog days are askew for us:
the sand-sifting perfectionists
We are the romantic remains
of impressionistic hearts
that feed on love where dandelions grow
and weeds repurpose reason
I am a northern-hearted woman
and I will take root
Ocean
Indigo waves
Gather driftwood each spring
My weathered crown lies by my feet
At peace
Forest fires in Canada
leave a haze in Iowa
and I can’t help but think
of how they have consumed
the land.
As I go for a Sunday drive
a wall cloud of smoke
in the sky before me
hides the sun
but the river
is at my side
rippling reflections
of sky.
A voice inside says
we must embrace
before it's lost
as I count the miles.
I round a curve
and for a moment I see
the face of someone
I loved as she smiled,
a memory unveiled.
Yet I know
fires are burning
out west
a story played out
every year.
I look into my self
and feel assured
as the sun emerges
and opens the skies.
for every charred trunk
that falls a seed
left in its wake
Take life one day at a time
AP: 3rd place 2026
What business had you here,
a child strayed into adulthood,
with feelings still sincere,
transparent as you stood.
What gave you the idea
to abandon sweet childhood,
leaving your dovecote
behind?
For what,
What did you expect to find?
Are you very disillusioned
with life now, my belle?
Regret having elisioned
skipping youth’s vow / well,
this is the way life is, wizened;
your childhood heaven, an adult hell.
It’s very mysterious,
be kind,
I’m curious,
What did you expect to find?
Life, I have come to know
is an endless journey.
Each stop is only transit
into another uncertainty.
We spend our whole lives
searching for purpose
some chasing meaning
others just relief.
I find myself in the first
asking myself again and again
why I am here
why I still breathe.
And still I move forward
not because I am sure
but because not moving
answers nothing.
The little frog hopped on a
slippery stone,
He sat in the sun all
completely alone,
Then splashed in the water to
find his way home.
We traverse life seeking coloured feathers
desire silk gowns like fools dancing around
sand grains become ashes spoiling heather
stand we sapped witnesses to contexts found
Halfway we perceive abundant date palms
recall that we are here to live as whole
Almighty requesting kindness and alms
pass infernos with ignorant blind moles
Banish states of limbo lust and deceit
masses of souls circling as if in traps
immoderate are actions though seem neat
wade not in oblivion, find due maps
piano frequencies in harmonies
you will perceive, rejoicing amid ease
When we look around,
the world seems to be falling down;
so many wars and no common ground,
the oceans, seas, rivers and lakes bring a frown,
hopeless is this breakdown.
But, I think it all begins with love for each other,
love for the earth and the animals and fish that suffer,
it begins by doing something to help sister and brother,
oh, you may think I treat this world like a mother,
but each small thing is like a flower,
and if all the people in the world cared to seek and uncover,
can you imagine what we could discover.
Together let's walk a scary tightrope,
just you and me to find earth's hope.
Did I hear what you said
or have I misread?
Is your heart filled with dread,
worried about troubles ahead,
lying sleepless in your bed?
Don't worry your little head.
Instead,
find hope through love you spread.
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