Hope

A Moment

Numb and present A glorious gift Beyond wolves and prey But a needed lift… Yes to reality But only to pretend- Learning from this Faith and sin… Understanding the moment While forgiving the past… Honest for a moment- Or seconds that last.

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Power

I am merely a whisper Within the scream A hopeful wonder… Or pleasant dream. I am the thought Within the action… Hearing the voice When losing traction. I am the love Inside the hate. . . Or the narrator Within your fate. I am the control In letting go… Building assumptions Inside the know. I […]

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Open Heart

A mess on the path Mine to clean Scrub and sweep Are my means Every move Countless minutes More shambles No way to clean it On my knees Scream and cry No progress for work Or understanding why. Seeking answers With praying demands To which He answered You must clean your hands. With palms and […]

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Enigmatic

Someone unknown While having a name . . . Walking the mile Assigning guilt and shame. Performing a role Without knowing how it’s done – Challenging the winner Before the game is won. Defending a stranger Offering means to succeed… Not knowing the problem But fulfilling the need. Hearing a voice Sensing a presence near […]

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Hope and Prayer

I sip my coffee And prepare my mind Hoping to make the right changes For the interview this time. Three months unemployed Has taken its toll on the account Loving the extra time Not the bills starting to mount. A humbling process. . . Different from years passed Always having a job Expectations often surpassed. […]

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Old Man

Old man Running another run One life over Another has begun. Those who morn Must only keep open eyes As he comes and goes with the wind Carefully roaming in stormy skies.

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Silent steps Along a road with stops. Noises vary Heart in knots. No plan before A blueprint now… Where you were And finding how. Two steps back Stop the pace- Find the forward Accept the race. Sunset an ending On a path just beginning You were waiting With hopeful grinning. Just a step But a […]

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Dear John

Dear John If that was your name… A burning desire… Will never be the same. No hiding the truth Or manipulating lies… Just the need to grieve From deep in my thighs. In-love with the memory- Burned by reality- And for a moment no hope- For something to save me. I was good at […]