I held hands in the depths of anguish,
as Christ once touched the broken,
sitting beside them,
offering comfort through their sorrows.
I held hearts heavy with grief,
lifting them upon my shoulders,
as the Shephard carries His sheep
when their strength is gone.
I walk with them through the midnight of despair,
praying heaven's light would break through;
a ray of mercy guiding them safely home.
Healers are givers;
shadows of the Great Physician,
Unseen,
Unclaimed in the gaps,
unembraced in the storms,
unheard in the cries.
Yet always present,
Always warm,
ever bearing joy where darkness lingers.
We hold stories unspoken,
fears that cloud our sight,
truths that shakes us to the core.
We too are broken,
yet still we mend;
we too are weary,
yet still, we rise.
For grace keeps us steady,
love makes us strong,
and hope whispers:
what we pour out into others,
one day shall return to us;
full, and overflowing.
Goodbyes are secrets that do not tell
If a goodbyes’ forever or for just a spell.
Some are uttered with thoughtfulness: careful and concerning.
While some others are said unembraced: tactful, and discerning.
Goodbye, see you later, love you, or fare thee well.
Something must be said For Circumstance do compel.
Surely if I thought it; it’s a thought not ever misread.
Clearly, I’m a social butterfly and always think ahead.
Toward a stranger is the first; solely to my love is the latter.
To friends or familiar foe betwixt the others it does not matter.
Two trees side by side
Leaves danced together once, interleaved
In the music of the spring air,
All dry and fallen now, uncared.
Branches reached out once, entangled,
Tenderly caressed the blooming flowers,
All broken and bent now, unembraced.
In the twilight gleam
The cracked trunks still glow,
The enmeshed roots not yet dry
Hold each other close, unseen,
Brace the face of storm, they turn into mural wood.
Two figures stand, you and me,
In the falling light of the setting sun,
Become the dust of the golden days,
Covered by decades of togetherness
Don’t blow now in the winter breeze.
The embracing arms once warm and agile
Now petrified by time, unsaught.
Love in the twilight colors still glitters
In the crevasses of our wrinkled faces,
The entwined hearts not yet old
Pulsate to the music of youth, undisrupted,
In life's symphony, we turn into violin.
May 2, 2018
Living in constantly erasable pictures
Im storming off stage!!
When did dullness become so widespread?
Who or what beast of night and shadow of day
feeds off there very lives the essence the dance
of existential extemity the gloomy failure
in all these rules ive had to play all that i had to
become all has left me nothing matters now
i know emptiness each trip dibaca bursting that
detained my lifeforce my nobody signs and
bloody stares let me have the unembraced
Charging my lips waiting for you