Please never cower
Flight is just to capture your
Imagination
(Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 9)
(Photo Model: Reggie R., age 14)
Tag Archives: Poetry
Received
Has it been said to me
Before
Through some spirit
Holy or Otherwise
I do not recall
Just that it occurred to me
Or came to me
Just this moment
Through some spirit
Holy for Certain
That
Any
Good in me
Is
Christ in me
In Hours
Strangest sunrise
Melon colored
Preceded by a promise
From the choir
Preceded by the bad, bad Dream
Melancholy
All for only me
That I'd come higher
Time-Life Continuum
Come with me I'm
One of those kind
I won't mind
If you need
To float a bit I'll
Be with you should you
Dawdle
I know these parts
Each side of my heart
Resolutely resolved
To remain uncured and
To come with you
Forehead
Hallowed. Unhallowed.
Echoes unheard.
All the chasing. All the fleeing.
Hearts unmoved.
Under this roof. Within these hearts.
Lives entwined.
Careful words. Cherish the skin.
Beings enthralled.
Screen
The other side of a window
There must be smoke
Smell of it!
Midnight, late night smoke
Biding its time
Considering hiding the fire
Not thinking we keep careful watch
Will it expect
Our reach through the screen
Our grasp, when we rip out its heart?
a fortiori
Why the grown hawk would struggle on
The wind
I cannot know
I've seen it, though
And desiring
To help things along for regalness sake
I reached up on high
In prayer
To see burden lifted, compass-mark found
Next June
I decree
I'll laugh
Wide-eyed and incredulous
That giggles shall cascade down my back
Then curl 'round my elbows
I imagine
I'm gleeful
Careless, as my high school girl self
That the boy I kissed goodbye
Then I'll see again
Call It
My own words
The crystalline voice that is my own
From my clean heart
With none clouded thought
In silence, hear
Your peace awaits
Friend you were, friend you'll be
Born of love
Return complete 
Jennifer’s Smile
To every her I want to ask
What potion possess you?
What sensibility secures?
How is it when you close your eyes
You sink and smile and sleep
And when you travel two
To foreign lands
How is it you're at Home
Would you have a talk with me
To set my path straight-way
That I would know what you do right
And I did wrong each day
