Reconciliation Poems

Together We'll Run

Let’s give it one more go—
Don’t let a good thing die so fast.
Don’t let one moment bring us down;
Together, we can beat the past.

Let’s try again—maybe we’ll make it.
But if we don’t,
I promise you this:
I won’t try to fake it.

If you leave me now,
I won’t last another hour.
I can’t go on living
If your sweet love

My Calling at an Intersection along IA 136

A soft breeze whispered
as I stood near a spread
of fields
where my heartfelt story was told.

I recalled the beginning.
The middle was unfolding
and I didn’t know the end.

My assignment 
of controlling traffic here
would last two weeks

yet a voice inside
said this was where
I was meant to be.

O, the sky was so blue.

A construction crew inched
along the highway to

Reconciliation

What is this “me within me”?
Mute masquerade?
Immortality of a self,
A puff of worthless air,
Or  feelings so pure?
Can I bear wings
And an angelic creature be
To soar away
Into the screaming wind
Where no one can find me?
Shall I in my ignorance
Play lip service to gods unknown?
A fancy-dress life
Where questions are left unanswered,
Camouflage realization
Obfuscate the truth,
Sigh a metaphysical

Reconciliation

This morning weighs more than it should
a preponderance of sorrow and joy
about what I have and what I lost
and the moon to the west hides before the storm.
Astronomers say the universe, too, weighs
more than it should. It bears a dark presence.
I know I must let go of the love I’ve known
to put it in its

Bucket list

Sadly enough 
I'm running out of time
I remind myself 
it is love that I can't find
And this knowledge 
That I bear 
Means nothing if I cannot share 
And this pain I must endure
Will be in vain forever more 
And destiny which was never mine 
Is still so fresh on my mind 
All is Lost and

RECONCILIATION BLISS

Radiating bliss of peace-filled pardon glow
forgiven heart beams with gratitude delight
countenance reveals conquest against sorrow
being reconciled* with God brings freedom flight
toward thanksgiving triumph midst blessings’ flow
propelled by faith for joyous reaching-out height…
ready to share divine love, mercy and grace
exuding worshipful praise throughout the days.  

*2 Corinthians 5:18 And all things are of God, who

There was no point

I know that
I broke your heart
You felt a useless
Women in the earth
Because I was careless

I know that you
Loved me unselfishly
I proudly owned you,
Your feeling selfishly

But there was no point
To block my phone number
Your heart from the craving desire
That your memory will freshly remember 

There was no point to ignore 
That we belong to each other

I Do Not Comprehend Why

I don’t comprehend why
Human beings cannot get along
Why can’t they play and sing the same song
Of Peace and Love together? Why, Why?
Why human beings are killing each other
In the streets, the straits, the strips and on the river
Of life? Our stay on Earth is so short, too short
Why is somebody bombing the sea and the

Glue of Goshen

My dreams became galling
To my fratricidal brothers
My father's favor appalling
Birthed from different mothers

"The master of dreams is coming."
Down the cistern they tossed me
Their plan to kill me numbing
My dreams engulfed in irony

Reuben discouraged their plan
They sold me to a caravan
My father instead reaps deceit
"Wild beasts he could not defeat."  

From Dothan to Egypt I

A Study In Apoplexy

Sometimes all you can do is rage,
rage against the machine, rage against humanity
rage against the way
decks get stacked and chips fall.

These are the times
for being apoplectic
if nothing else to purge oneself
of all the crap you have consumed.

And when your apoplexy passes
time to regroup with friends who hold you dear,
with dogs and plants,
and all the things

Seesaw

I see you,
In everything I see.

I saw you,
In everything I saw.

You see,
I see.

You saw,
I saw.

There's no reason,
to deny, 

What we've seen,
Or what we saw.

Spice

Variety is the spice of life 
At least that's what they say..
We celebrate different colours 
Yet the world still chooses grey

There's room for different flavours
Whether green leaf, pulse or grain
Banana loaf or carrot cake?
Nutrition stays the same

The truth it seems is constant
With the source identified;
Humans - not so different
On this planet we reside

As this year

Whole Systems Reconciliation

When holistic
interdependent
sacred 
joyfully compassionate Earth integrity
remains EarthTribe's primal vision,
polycultural meaning,
panentheistic networking purpose,
reconciling win/win peak experiences,

Then past win/lose unreconciled dark histories
remain our potential win/win
co-messianic challenge

To not settle too quickly
comfortably
into agreeing to disagree,
continuing autonomous
individual ego-supremacist perspectives
long familiar with "just us tribal folks"
truly
and fairly
seek resilient redemption
from those other
unenlightened past oppressors
colonizers
dividers
bullies
predators.

To openly
holistically
systemically repair disuniting trauma,
to actively reweave reconciling therapies,
to

Reconciliation

So sacred are the words
That are flowing from me
I dare not consult rhythm, rhyme
...matter

This is TRUTH

The moment I saw outcome
I cried foul
This can NOT be
I did everything right
And my reward is
...wrong, short, a slap in my face

You are not loving, kind
A rewarder of those who diligently seek you

I have nothing...
....I AM nothing

In my despair
I braided

Reconciliation

Into each other they bump
And their grievances dump
The Marked and The With-A-Stump
Sticking together:  a clump?
Really, something of magic
Able to challenge logic,
Their wine-filled mouth, mumps
While the marked money pumps…
A resurrection of kicks of their rumps
And mimicry of cows with humps!

One heaven of a reconciliation,
No third-party mediation.

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