I am an open piece of work--a slate. An empty one, and void of taint or spot. Come, gather round and empty out your hate And flinch or push aside, no I will not. Just as a tablet made of solid stone I am carved deep with words I did…
I am an open piece of work to you. And all I know is how I've given in, And all I have is all my best. It's true; I'm sorry--you may conquer, but not win. postscript Day 20--the quatrain upon which my next series…
I'm forcibly defeated here And by my own design, I fell. Just yesterday I heard your fear And thought to give it utter hell. But oh, it gave me hell right back; Exploited patience that I lack, And yours became my war to fight And now I'…
I loved a summer rainfall It left me with a hopeless hope And filled me while it emptied me And made my winter fade away. I stood beside the garden Blinking at the greyish sky Promising a downpour. I loved a summmer rainfall. You could have told me rain could…
Dear Truth, I seek you more than mystery And sometimes more than grace For you stand above the cosmos And refuse to be erased. I personify your presence As the presence of pure light For you radiate your glory For the ones in endless night. I seek you in the…
Dear Grace, Without your touch I'm hopeless And full of vain regrets In your absence all my stumbling Deserves whate'er it gets. But you wrap me in a blanket Of mercy and of light To let go of all my failings, To accept the day and…
Dear Mystery, You hide behind the product Of a deep, deep kind of grace And love and life are artists Who compliment your face. I love your little raindrops And the heartache in the stars. I love the breathless wonder In the places where you are. You tangle me in…
Dear Life, You lose me in the moment And the anger of my start. I dwell within your reaches Yet you stand far from my heart. I find you yet a mystery And wish you'd let me rest. But you've breathed in me a passion And…