As silence slips into the vastness of

the night—-

A shallow breath of a resounding sigh

A light of the cigar brings a glow of welcome warmness

approaching footsteps muffled by the eerie winds—-

brings news of a ship that has quietly slipped into the docks—

wonder of treasures abound, even the rats sense the excitement

the grimy faces are stained with living, waiting upon the call to plunder

It is survival of the fittest, the fast, the sly—— the knowledge of where

and when to hide

The watchman on patrol sees the toll, smells the stench

rotting, decaying—- cast away

It’s just another day for the pick pocket

of the London Stews.

A stillness of silence

a precursor—

summoning violence.

A young child’s cry

bombs blasting–

everyone waiting to die, not asking

the question why?

A solitary soldier presses on, marches on

so much pain – he lingers

As people watch, hands outstretched – a silent

shout for joy — open fingers

And he keeps marching on, until his path comes

to an end and with gentle grace

He crouches, he bends

The child is held in the comfort of his arms–

for a moment in time

feeling safe, feeling warm

For out of such destruction, such pain

A kernel of hope can reign again

lifting the mantle of despair –a falling of  new rain.

 

In the comfort of your womb,

I hear your voice,

Beckoning me toward life

 

In the stillness of the morning

I open my eyes to a beautiful sight—

Your face, mother

 

Filled with love and grace,

I feel so cherished that

The Lord has brought me to you.

 

In the years that follow,

I grew in confidence and faith

Guided by your hands, mother

I am completed with

Encouragements and praises

 

Though the years kept going

But you, mother stood still with love

Supporting me with your strength

Blessed—be your name

 

And now that I am older with kids

Of my own— grandma

You’re needed here

 Our hearts cries for you.

 

A light glows softly, calling you

Arms comforting, surrounding me—

The Lord has called you home

 

I hear you whisper, like a kiss upon my cheek

Telling me you are still here,

I just need to look toward heaven

To find you, and hear you say

 

“I am at peace my child,

home with the Father

 Do not be in despair

for all will be well—

I will always be with you my child”

 

And so I cry, for it’s the only thing to do

To feel your comfort, so you may know

That I miss you so—I need you so

 

 

Your light will never stop shining bright

And your love and values will live on—

For I know that you will always be with me

Mother, may you rest in peace

I felt the wind’s subtle fingers across my face

gently caressing the worries away.

beckoning me with that practiced ease,

a soft, knowing, harsh breeze.

and I feel so alive and want to shout

into the wind, my ever present friend.

will it seek me again, pulling and pushing me

gently along; a soft touch so profound.

as it carries away the old woes, and

refreshes like a gentle spring.

As the gale swiftly rise over the rocks

I saw an eagle take flight

It was a misty morn upon the lochs

In the stillness of the night

And what my eyes did see

The secrets I cannot say

For caught deep inside the pale blue moon

Was the shadow of another day

The tide washes to the shore

And the boats give sway

And the crimson sky cries out for more

As another fisherman, is buried today.

And the sea keeps on churning its rage

And still we do not heed

For the tide will always wash away

Man’s stinking quest for greed.

Until another day comes upon us

And we gather once more

At the foot of the great raging sea

And watch another fisherman, come to shore. Continue reading →