Pushed to the pavement. Flattened by memories. Can’t see Tomorrows light
Stars beam their light from high above
Earth whispers her secrets deep below
All around us life is in motion
God's creation, land and ocean
Arms outstretched ~ eternal devotion
Now John and Peter went, for it was time to pray,
A beggar lame from birth encountered on the way.
They found him at the gate, called ‘Beautiful’, this one,
So named because, at day, it glistened in the sun.
And so he met them there, in need, with outstretched palms,
And as they passed him by, he asked to receive alms.
So Peter caught his eye; he said, “Now look at us.”
For they had things to say, had something to discuss.
“I have no gold to give, but what I have I’ll share,”
And in the name of Christ, he healed his lameness there.
He lept up from the ground and danced with joy; he walked!
The people ‘round him stared; they could not stop their talk.
Then all were praising God; they recognized this man.
A beggar man was healed, the one with outstretched hands.
(From Acts 3)
As that fragile snowdrop tentatively
but courageously challenges cold
I defy your icy stance with dignity
raising my head in delicate pride
White sheets caress the steel rail
cleansed again in chilled spaces
calling me to come back home
will the feelings ever be the same
Outside fantasies running adrift
flying kites and paper airplanes
sunlit shadows hiding all the pain
snowdrop glistens as I slip away
Satin kisses lay across yellow roses
outstretched hands and heart propose
It's going to be alright
regrets rise and fall
chafing at the frayed nerve endings of a finite life,
unfolding like origami cranes around the neck of kamikaze pilots
chewing at the bones of our discontent,
leaving holes in the fabric being.
regrets, like and of, unborn children
never growing to fruition, never falling
bud to blossom they decay, never reaching the Guf
pointless misconceptions of a wary heart
first born in joy left to rot in sorrow.
regrets rise and fall
yet we chose to retain them in the after-image
of retinal flares, ocular migraines inwardly staring
toward Gabriel’s outstretched palm
embryos unblessed.
never regret
ever regret
never
Hanging in mid air
In defiance to wear
My hand stretched out
Tolerant and patient
In genuineness it sought
Friendship beyond the horizon front
It wasn’t begging
It wasn’t warning
It wasn’t betraying
It wasn’t threatening
IT WAS BECKONING
IT WAS CALLING
IT WAS MOTIONING
IT WAS SEEKING
A friend
A companion
A confidant
A fellow warm hand
WHY DID YOU TURN MY STRETCHED ARM DOWN?
He kneels, this angel we call Gabriel
His white wings stretched as if in gentle mourn
Reddened skies capture his saddened looks
Rages of red in simmering appease surround
For with him lies a lacerated dark angel
Her naked body arched in death mould
Once a night dancer of the dark
Now an empty soul resting against the white
Her once blackened feathers of he
Dilute, as she is returned to the right
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A struggling friend called me for help,
his world upside down, sinking fast.
I heard him speak of anger and lust
but always beneath was an empty heart.
Then the call ended and I was alone.
Though the advice seemed to calm,
I never talked to this man again
but another might come in need.
I've no sorrow for not knowing his fate
or if something else should've been said.
A helping hand was well outstretched
and out of love my heart was filled.
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