Show me the stars captured In the deepness of your eyes, Lead me into the qualities You are careful to disguise; Do not hide your ingenuity Behind a persona you provide, Come to me wide open, no filter, For we together can create A utopia, ours, side by side.
We were sitting around the table Almost ready for the feast, A little one said the blessing, Then we raised our eyes from prayer; My heart skipped for a moment, I could not help but see The absence of the ones who Should properly be seated with me. Over the years, the chairs have emptied – Much too often, much too soon, Some went away, others to their tombs, Tears puddled my eyes, my breath a stitch, I only wish I could mend what is missing, Bring all of them back where they belong, But only Heaven holds such power, its King, To redress the deprivations of time’s seizure.
Lightning sweeps across The palette of storm clouded Sky, blindingly bright, Picking a tree on which to Dividing destructive strike. At the bottom, torn From the rich life-giving loam An olive hued Shoot arises to climb ably So lavender blooms lively In winding waves set Beauty where death might have been A stalwart final Force, but it could not so cleave Nature from its directive Nor the love of life From a continuance which Inaugurated In the depths of time, never Leaves barren what begins primed.
Willing to admit Life is difficult, can hurt, But brave the storm surge, Even when it is draining The strength of every muscle. Stifling those voices Declaring all effort failure – Living, judged worthless; Rejecting embarrassment When considered mistaken. Remembering each Victory and happening Received cheerfully, Believing more will occur To offset the constant pain. Being a human, A fight, beginning to end, Worth every teardrop; Known as an overcomer With God battling beside.