IN THIS MOMENT

In this moment
You are all there is...
Expressed as awareness
Of life In color
And natural motion,
Surrounding and bursting forth
In celebration of being,
Implications aside
And fear unfactored
Into this equation
That has its solution
In the purest energy;
White light blinding
In transcendence of darkness
And unhindered creativity -
God and Love as One.

Unsolved...

The kitchen floor
Is cold, hard,
And soon to be wet
As it all comes back
And surrounds
With clear evidence
The grieving soul -
On the walls,
In the very air,
Stalking me
Like a ghost
In search of rest
I cannot give.

The unmade bed
Is empty now,
And lied in enough,
But there is no sleep
For the weary heart
As the mind tosses -
Back and forth,
Swirling in circles
Decisions and reasons
To question again...
Like equations
Without solution
They don't sit well.

The quiet of night
Is no relief
For deafened ears
Tired of the tirade...
Should not, must,
And way back when
Compete for attention
Like noisy children,
Drowning out peace
As need for comfort
Grows in the life
Turned Upside-down,
Trying to be true.

PARTING

I’m the loser
Of this game…
Nevermore to win again,
For I’ll be haunted
By this loss
At every step,
Each path I cross.

Forever gone,
What could have been,
And now left in its place…
An empty house,
A sad refrain,
And memories
So soon to fade. 

Defeated, I
Will step aside
And on the sidelines wait,
Watching those who
Know the rules
Enjoy a better fate…
Than parting ways.

 

How Strange the Season

How strange the season
Neither warm nor cold,
Minus the hope of planting
And absent the joy of harvest,
Empty in its striving,
Constant motion lacking direction
As the winds of change whisper
In a language unknown,
Hinting at better weather
While disturbing stillness,
Working to lift and carry
The weightless worries of surface thoughts
Like paper clouds seeking dispersal.

Neither the sun nor the moon
Understand this spell,
Their orbits, predictable,
Comfort the blackness of space
That chills and surrounds,
Celestial forces pulling others closer
With attraction sustained,
Never without like kind,
Always grand in scale and beauty,
Unquestioned in purpose,
Unbroken in function,
Neither alive nor lifeless
Like puppets in the hands of God.

Odd, the compulsion
To feel our existence,
Eyes searching for color
Find the black and white of reason
As arms reach out for union
Not to be gained at length,
And words convey only knowledge
To ears in tune with wonder,
Aching to hear the song of hearts
Ablaze amidst the gray ashes
Of a garden devastated by death,
Keen for the promise of its green,
Inviting hope like birth and laughter.