I hope you’ll hope
And see there is to see
Good, and with goodness
Together we
These seas of fire
These seas of glass
Truth, having embraced truth
Rebuild anew
A life worth living
An overflow worth pouring into
Music Credit: Enya, “Book of Days”Video Credit: Lisa Rosier of FieryPhotography.com
I didn’t do that
You did that
It’s time we admit, you did that
You did that because you came here wounded
I let you do that because I empathized with you
In that sense, we did that
I hoped to help you
You didn’t know you needed to help yourself
I didn’t know you needed to help yourself
I know you didn’t mean to do what you did
You couldn’t help yourself, as, you hadn’t helped yourself
You didn’t know
Know this
I forgive you
God said, “let go.”
This universe and its sprites
Plan to dance
And a grand effort
From the beginning of your days
To recruit you, as-is
Your blues, and your shoes, baby
Has been and will not end to be Underway
Thus, you must say, “Okay.”
I don’t remember Rome
My feet upon the Spanish Steps’ amber hollow
Too, the rushed-through blue
Maserati 5-speed — did I dream it?
Adam’s lapis aura above mine own
It all escapes me, St. Peter’s Square
Peering out over the shoulders of Saints
Counting each cobblestone
And, inside, La Pietà
What tears and blessings I carried away
Yet, I still see Versailles
Grandeur in the Hall of Mirrors
Forgiveness thence reflected
Learning of gold-gilded love
Take me, as, I’ve never been
no wonder I doubt
the night sky’s sparkle and depth
for he is fleeting
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 14
Original Thought Credit: “You should know a man seven years before you stir his fire.”
— Charles Dibdin, 1803
Would the knave or the knife or whatever this pain be
Would usurp someplace else than the wound ‘twas left in me
Would that I have the chance with the welded tines of time
Would not I, having danced, not unspeak love’s blue-eyed rhyme?
There’s much to be said
But I’m not pulling their card
Today or Wednesday
Stand up straight today
Lock your bones back into place
Be ‘bout your business
From time to time
I go looking
For a wrench
To throw
At me
To break
My heart
For a reminder
I go looking
From time time to time
Ask too many questions
Think too many thoughts
See what you don’t see, but want to
Do too many oughts
Now, if grit and faith were gold
A sultan I’d outspend
For all the “oughtn’t haves” I did
I have become truth’s friend
Inspirational Credit: Ruth 1:19 “So they two went until they came to Bethlehem.”
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