Beneath This Sky

Beneath this sky

Warm Sunset

Warm Sunset

One can stand

Or

Move

And take what is

And what is not that ought be

And what definitely ought not to be

And

Join them

Either with force and violence

Even if polite

Quiet

And manipulative

 

OR

Red Oncoming NIght
Red Oncoming NIght

By Grace

With frank words that may relieve the comfortable of their abusive power

And bring comfort to those abused by being relieved of all power

And

Set right what is wrong,

Bring light to what is hidden in darkness,

And bring hope to those daring to expect, and hope, against all the evidence of this world.

Clouds Dance at Their Time
Clouds Dance at Their Time

Here it is quiet

As snow and ice eat all waves

Of water

And sound

And one walks without miracle

On water,

Miraculous that one is still able to walk,

With or without the blessings of holy

Water

And

Being.

And the time to leave

Crawls up on the interloper
As the sun wanes, and is blown down the side of the side to its depths of hours long
Awaiting its rise
As
A
New
Last
Day
Arrives

Wide Sky Cold
Wide Sky Cold

And
Departs once again.

 

The Wait is Over, Christmas is Here; the wait goes on

Christmas 2016

The Light of the world

Born as a baby in a manager

Will shine in all the darkness

And make known all that is hidden.

Christmas Trees
Christmas Trees

 

The celebration is here, the tree is decorated and lit

All natural and golden bright.

Path in the Snow
Path in the Snow

The path I must take

Has been trod by way too many before

Striving to bring health and hope.