WAR SONGS

Innocent eyes
glare back at me,
In remembrance of what I do.

The answers,
sacred question;
hide our individual truths.

Marching out to greet us,
I look to heed their cries.
Woe is the mercenary soldier
ignoring innocent eyes.

Small heroes,
big deeds,
no greater story to tell.

Little solace in the aftermath;
dispensing flashes of hell.

Innocent eyes glare back at me in the moment when chance I glance.

Bitter surprise
the agony
is we all own a piece of this dance.

FALLING LEAF

Wet, damp, slippery,
heavy ladened mush;
spotted faded browns
and yellow dots.

Akward, playful steps.

Drying in the season’s
sun becoming stiff
and brittle.

Raked and bagged endlessly
as they fall through the trees
and litter our world with charm.

ONLY GOD'S LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL


When night falls
on the grayness that holds our prison.

Terrible sounds of lost, rejected children
echo through the empty spaces
where hearts should beat.

In the stillness that follows
the eternal light of God's own love
will brighten and vanquish.

No bitter shouts,
no razor tight barbs;
only the glory of the Love of God.

In the end this truth shall make us free.