Redemption
The redemptive power of poetry
The confession whispered between the letters
- do you hear the words
The absolution rendered in the silence separating lines
- only you can receive
In the rhyming, in the schemes sins are revealed
In the veiled readings all wrongs are washed clean
The power of poetry is in the hidden prophecy
The poet’s words a proclamation of human divineness
Poetry strips away the the veneer of religious dogma
Let the poem remind you of who you are
- what you are
- why you are
You know who you are
I lost it because he lost it
The tears in his eyes told the hurt
The tears in mine stinging and biting
Unable to hold them back
I shield my face hoping to make this stop
Yet all I could do was cup the puddles in my palms
He walked away stepping away from the scene
Through love and respect we needed each a moment alone
Found in solitude is also found togetherness
A shrouded caress of protection from the cold barbs of apathy
Then the perfect call taking control of time
His words bringing comfort and hope
A love his love transcending miles and miles
He was and always will be our saviour
We each as well having been the same to each other
Pulling together through and to the top
?
Why? Why? Why?
Why? I wonder why?
And wonder why some more
And that is all fine and well
The world tosses and turns
Tumbling all the whys round and round
Til it all comes to an end
A basket piled high with whys
Let the sorting begin
Do you know that cranes mate for life?
You say, “I don’t know what to do?”
“Well”, I said, “Join the club.”
Get off your ass and run with the bulls!
There never is
There never have been
There never will be
Peace from a distance
It’s not a spectator sport
Watched from the stands
It is only realized
Living, breathing, doing
In the trenches
Where differences meet and share
Growing alike inspite of the critics
It is here peace is found
Fostering and growing
I sit
I think
I ponder
I wonder
I reflect
I deflect
I fast
I last
I remind
I rewind
I sigh
I reply
I read
I plead
I pray
I obey
I depend
I end
The wild ones
What ever happened to the the wild ones
The crazy ones hanging on the sides of mountains
Who never sought an adventure
Because they lived an adventure every day
Who breathed in not just the air
But the sweet scent of life and her beauty
Who burned with the fires well into the night
With the flames dancing and tickling the twinkling stars
Who in silence sat knowing the quiet was all to be said
Knowing sometimes it’s best things stay with you
But when they wrote their words painted pictures
Vivid and true and real a visceral piece
Holding the power to change the ways of the world
So what ever happened I wonder to these wild ones
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