Here is my heart, hammering steady in my chest
A drum beating out in defiance to all the lies
Giving voice to the Truth, saying earth is blest
By this most Holy Infant’s purest, softest cries
Category: Thoughts
For you, Ms. Diane
The Constellation of This Mind
Mem’ries spiral outward, each drenched in love and pain,
Hope running through one and all as a strong vein,
Each interconnected by spiderwebs fine
Dipped in vinegar-honey and soaked in wine.
does not belong
A soldier’s dying breath, iced by the crisp evening air
Caught in a flask of fresh blown glass
Hid deep in the dragon’s lair
my attic
Tread careful, curious one
Upon these dusty floors
It has been an age and more
Since a soul came through this door
And saw my heart undone
grief is a ghost in the bathroom
Grief is a ghost in the bathroom
As you brush your teeth
A glimpse in the mirror
A memory stirred
And pain no one should endure
Frost on Golgotha
Morning slowly dawns
Creeping o’er the hills
Light casting shadows long
Upon the Place of the Skull
Where God died for salvation
And prophecy to fulfill
The Taste of a Soul
An abandoned lover
Weeps for missing the taste
Of his sweet darling’s
Mouth upon his
In the human dance
Known as romance
But the taste of a kiss
And the taste of a soul
Are never the same.
Each hold power
To a weak conscience
Swiftly devour
I feel like
I feel like a mother
Watching these children grow
Nurturing them, kissing their brows
And laying them down to sleep each night
I feel like a father
Directing the children in their way
Watching them learn and grow day by day
And teaching them how to respect their mother
I wish all those I love knew …
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