My Truth

Finally in time
I am free
Words leak
To another

And I am released
Disavowed
Words spoken
Freedom

Stoic

The Finding

Never seeing the loss
The saddest of all
Never to recall
The deepest cost

Left in childhood
What children know
Left as we grow
What we understood

Maybe we fall
By chance or fate
Maybe not too late
By Grace we recall

Instead of finding
Maybe turned around
Instead of life’s blinding
Maybe we are found

Stoic

Seeing

Seeing something bigger

Beyond you

Is humbling

 

In perspective issues fall

 

A life so full of beauty

Calls to one and all

If we but heed the call

 

And I am here

 

Witness to creation

A world forlorn

Every sun and moon rise

 

A heart reborn

 

Stoic

Seeds

In secret places seeds may fall

Fertile soil beyond the wall

Planted in time they will grow

Yet we may never know

 

Anger’s weeds are fast to bloom

Fear allows the growing room

Shame to feed the subtle shoots

Pride digs deep its roots

 

Slowly sometimes roses bloom

Pushing up from the tomb

Vines climb from deep within

Atop a wall to begin again

 

Stoic