Heroes

I rate no kisses
In ordinary moments,
But I am also
The Provider Of The Food.
In the minutes which
I fill the ceramic bowl
I come clothed in praise,
When I set the food down, there,
No one is more beloved.
Next, I sit; I am
Slathered in grateful kisses
I have no escape,
So food is the way to win –
All pure doggie hearts,
Walking is miraculous
Work too, so dogs admire you.

Phantom Silhouette

The ghost, yesterday,
Writes a mystery of rising,
Falling, perfectly played no retakes,
Only steamy, streaming tears
Coursing over pallid cheeks
Give lie to the hale semblance
Of consistent happiness.
Still, the simple setting has
An attraction magnetic
Because in the playing, pain
Is a specter passed by,
No damage doubly done,
Not materializing – nor destroyed
By being again; only felt,
Visionary, memory recorded,
In soft tissue, written like
A blade slicing through braided
Rope to frazzle and progress.
All harm rendered obsolete
In the forward movement,
These crystalline moments,
Of who is and what will become:
The dream opens itself to
Fulfill love’s destiny now, ever.

Love Holds

In desperate times
Trust must take a lead
To bring forward the power
Required to accomplish
And brilliantly succeed.
Creativity, ability, gifts,
Skills, talents, need nurture –
In the rich soil of dreams
With a practice of plans, goals.
Things in time come to be
But only when blessed,
Anointed in belief and faith.
All the world anxiously awaits
A time coming when Love
Is the guiding principle
For each heart and every art.
God loves by His nature,
He is Love, and Love expressed
Where Love exists, He is present,
And when, where, there is a need,
He comes, appearing in Love’s
Action, deed, word, always near.
Love abandons no one, without hope
All have an opportunity, for Christ –
Offers salvation to all those
Who wish to accept His gift,
Sacrificially provided, of Eternity.

Storms Call

There is a storm
Brewing just beyond
This loneliness and
Moments when hearts
Connect in a flash,
Swift lightning
Becoming whatever
Is needed to set
Worlds colliding –
At peace, aright.
One calls it love
Another caring,
But the storm
Puts together
The need, the wanting,
Bodies, emotions,
The fading of day
The magic of night.
A hand joins another
No signals for stop
A celebration begins –
A deeper immersion
Finds transcendent delight.

Bookish Wonders

There on the shelf
A constellation of stars,
Unwitting cooperation,
To be explored in
The privacy between
Covers, pages, air, space
Eyes, brain; finding life,
Love, the meaning only
Words can capture, present,
Gifts, mind to mind,
Heart to heart, no matter
The years apart and death
Or living, chronicles of
Everything worth ink
Spilled, durable notes.
Maybe it is our one
Ordinary magic shared
Extraordinarily deployed,
Fresh as a rosebud,
Blushing as a bloom
Recreating us, enhancing
Our understanding
And fostering creativity.