Wisdom Kingdom

To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend

To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear

So then, with wisdom, kingdom come

Only

When love won’t leave you
And asks, “Why should I?”
All audacious and unapologetic and such
Promising glow
Yet demanding descent into grey
Leave behnd the toxic whirr
Walk away from someday

Wing

It is enough for me, the breeze today. To let it waft over me, and with it, bring a strength.

Beauty and curiosity, like a bleached-comb Cardinal, often ride on such air. This morning, though, wisdom arrived.

This morning, the wind asked for my resolve: A halt to crying over others’ big promises and small feet. The stop to the bruises I allow.

A decision that I am enough. The God who created me said so.

This weekend, a storm of understanding is predicted. An Eastern Bluebird cannot be far behind.

Spring Green

There was in that dark house
A dark corner
Barricaded by a bookcase
Shelves of borrowed, unused wisdom
Visitors might only glimpse

One trying afternoon
Two deja vu’s too many
A final conversation
A one-sided determination
A voice overdue journeyed forth

And She Said
Let there be light
For She Knew
There should be light
There can be color

There in the aftermath
A dark mess
Cobwebs and chipped paint
A different bookcase revealed
She scrubbed and painted Green

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Intent

Bad, bad wisdom
Borrowed initially while window browsing
Then purchased at too high a price
Only to learn it’s all lies
Disinformation
Fast and loose
First hustling Saturday morning cereal
Now each night seeking votes and souls

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(Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 9)

it’ll hurt

Thus the problem
We all want the sugar you’re selling
The Voice you’re projecting
For free

‘neath it all your whisper 
Telling

It’s already gone
Shot
From your lips’ fingertips
To our bloodstream