Tag Archives: Strength
Thank you for this window now,One Palm: A Haiku
Reach. Oh, please reach!
It’s your strength, your needfulness
That tells us, “Reach, too.”
Demurrer
Permission
And you don’t need it
Rocket fuel, though
For out-of-this-world ideals
Owned by idealistic men
Courageous ones with gall
With a willingness
To join hands with the Other
To answer
To make an admission, but never concede
Human
The Plan
I suppose that you are made of stealth pilot stuff
You see me as commanding from strong eagle wing
I’ll prove how your heart is stronger for its freefall
You affirm my pain-filled flight has not stolen hope
The Art of Making
The Scene: You are an actor and I, an epic script
With minds to set the screen afire
With hope upon our lips
The Method: Be emboldened and feel the risk with me
We’ll project timeless, endless strength
We’ll cast doubt to the sea
The Asunder: A Haiku
The proof I gave up
Or proof that I still had hands
Shaking, but yet strong?
Shoulder
It’s just my shoulder
There’s nothing inherently beautiful or strong, tempting or freeing
Cool or calm about it, is there?
It’s just an offer
There’re billions of others to stand square with, befriend or lean on
Swoon over or serve with, aren’t there?
Mother of A Son
I’m telling your Mother
That she should not feel less than full delight
The pouring out of her heart, the raising up of her prayers
Reward
Now comes you, feet firm, breaking rules and records ‘neath the firmament
With kindness and heart-strength -look at how you look at us
We, treasure to you and reasons to hope, so you come close to learn
Simple and virtuous, your needs
Unafraid to speak from love, write of love, to be and die for love
Lovely Mother, you’ve lived Right, you have not squandered Light
See here, your beacon, your boy
Steel City
I remember Chicago
Who told me the pitch of my forehead to the plane of my feet was quite perfect
I, out of all the millions
You told me, was steel more strong than the skyscrapers I surrounded myself with
I believed and became
For I trusted you, and still do -you’d seen it all, and overcame, too
Windward
There was ev’ry bit the beautiful breeze
The wind in their hair bore the proof
Sweet and temperate
And on occasion, when circumstances necessitated,
Such as each bygone day and now and the ‘morrow,
Fierce
As abandonment, windward or leeward
Sets a compass mark true, does it not?
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