Into The Wasteland


This desolate space
Devoid of all detail
I know what still may be
From which all come

Never empty
The potential lives here
All futures live here
As I walk through the valley

Often I pray upon the past
Blind to this moment
Where all creation lives
As a sun rises for the first time

Every breath a first
Fresh and new
Never before born
Never to be repeated

And I am borne upon first rays
The promise of a new day
As all falls away
In this life’s play






Finite Lines


From here to there
Life seems
Beginnings to ends
Stitched seams

We were, and are
Then not
It always seems
Lives forgot

From one to another
We dream
For another’s hope
Life leans





Frozen Canal With Crows.


Crows wheeling in frozen dawn
Through branches along the lake
Every day rejoicing
Without limits of one born

This Christmas morn
I smile, alone
I am still here, still here
And rejoice of one born

Alone I feel joy, because I know
Every breath is a gift
One more day here
Maybe a little more worn

And I give thanks, always
For the chance to be
For others, in Grace
Though tattered and torn


The Play


When time has passed and I am worn
Upon this wrinkled brow is borne
Of conquests long since forgotten
And treasures won, spent, and begotten

Cracking knees speak of prayers spoken
In times of need and a soul so broken
Upon this back, life’s burden was laid
And with every breath a debt was repaid

And finally as I lay me down to sleep
I know that nothing was meant to keep
A world, a stage, upon which we play
Another act will begin as we fade away


Full Circle

900_An old man returning home

We search, always seeking
Along this path before us
A lifetime, step by step
No map in our hand

Detours and byways
Rest stops are few
A lifetime, step by step
No matter our plan

Maybe one day we see
We never really left home
A lifetime, step by step
And yet here we still stand

Coming full circle.




In Due Time


Years are but grains of sand
On an never ending beach
Eventually washed away
Tides of life ever changing
Yet I remain on distant shores
Ever to remember home

Tides set adrift, drifting apart
In the flow without direction
Currents know the reason
Trust and surrender to it all
Resistance suffers no cause
Returning home in due season




The Demon Within


Never far from the surface
Dwelling in the past
In dank dark places
He awaits a sweet repast

He does not have a conscience
No sense of right or wrong
No limits to his anger
Forgotten for far too long

In rare times of weakness
He ventures to the light
Savage destruction is his goal
Vengeful  damage is his delight

Finally seen in the daylight
Naked in his truest form
Slinking back into his lair
After feeding on the storm