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Masquerade

Masquerade

silver black pavement slick smiles ignorance fools the brightest ignorance instigates fear ignorance loves disguise upside down flailing stiff arms running in circles black ice in early morning light ignorance is an artist of masquerade because it is afraid of wisdom...
First Light

First Light

Through the tall wooden door, I leave one realm and enter another, turning the handle, stepping into Dawn’s light. Streetlights yet lit, half-moon lingers, subdued, while sun sits on earth casting a mirage on early morning dog walkers. Warblers, sparrows, finch,...
On Becoming Real

On Becoming Real

  it’s misty gray but there is the new sound of a bubbling brook today. i know i may be alone, but i am going to miss the snow. it covers many distractions all in white and makes everything it comes in contact with beautiful. it gets walked all over and becomes...
Who Hears Your Lonesome Song?

Who Hears Your Lonesome Song?

Poor tired hollow one Who hears your lonesome song? I once walked that way with moonbeams overhead. To you it may seem odd Perfection took the beating The tree held up the torn and broken Salvation paid the highest cost. Triumphing over every foe We are forever...
Joy in the Fury

Joy in the Fury

Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest in the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg weighted by the storm, loosened from the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...
When Night Falls

When Night Falls

When night falls and Darkness covers your hours, do not let your love grow cold. I understand, I struggle then, but when bitter the winds, rest then, rest. The Sun will return, solar luminosity, with Power to measure all the stars and galaxies in terms of each output,...
When I Watch the Snow Fall

When I Watch the Snow Fall

The hawk in silent majesty soars in moments of simplicity as the snowmen slump near sidewalks trampled by dirt while last week’s hardened snow apologizes its prolonged departure, muddying our thoughts, but the willows stop weeping as all day and all night the Sky...
Lake at Dawn

Lake at Dawn

  Bend my heart to the rising Sun, toward the flames of the Spirit’s brush. I long to see, to hear, to know, to follow, to do what is just. To each You’ve given good purpose, and promises in Your Word. Open our ears to listen, to the Voice of the wind unheard....
Don’t Be Discouraged

Don’t Be Discouraged

Sometimes when I wake I’m surprised to discover Something stuck in my head I worked hard to let go of Yet it’s from this place Where discouragement lingers from those we’ve allowed to discourage us that We can close the door Be reminded instead To encourage...
Surviving the Vicissitudes of Writing

Surviving the Vicissitudes of Writing

“Todd,” I say after reading the comments from my writing mentor on my new manuscript. It seems the banter between two old(er) souls who have stuck together through the vicissitudes of life, with his guidance, what I have somehow captured and assembled, might work. It...

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