Tonight

Tonight I will be thinking about you

The Sacrificial Altar

 

He will swallow you up

For his hunger is rabid

He wants your every secret and every failure

He wants to know what brings you to your knees

And what you need to survive

He wants to know your prayers

So he can play God

He will offer a hiding place

A place to lay

And you will feel safe

His dark eyes, sullen and brooding

Will stare you down and bore into you

You’ll be ruined and saved

You will be lost and known

You will quake

For the pull will be magnificent

You will give him what he asks for

Until there is nothing left

Then you will see

You are a shadow

Walking behind one who feels glorious

You will wipe away tears

Because you won't want to let go

But you will

Cured

And you chose to believe
You could save me

That years of damage

Might fall away

Brokenness cured

By beautiful words 

        

Refuge

 

There is a box

Hidden

But never forgotten

Cloistered in my heart

If you ever love me

The right way

You will get to look inside

And in the looking

You will decide

To love me less

Or not at all

For there are secrets

Bound in ugliness

Broken promises

Cruelty

Waste

Squandered love

Two people living as one

In the light

And in the dark
Hiding

Deep below

Danger, Danger

He touched my soul for God's sake
I never let anyone touch that.

Live In The Gray

 

Twenty for dinner

The guests’ young and old

Bring a bottle of red

And let the conversation unfold

We all agree the world is a horrible mess

We’ve all played a part

Yet we’re afraid to confess

Do you take a two-minute shower

Or a deep soak in the tub

Would you have an abortion

Or condemn someone who did

Do you get a new Prius every two years

Or drive an ancient gas guzzling Humvee

And whatever you choose

Do you think you’re better than me

The soup is served cold

But temperaments run hot

What the young boy believes

Grandfather clearly does not

By dessert there is shouting from both of the groups

Their points more important – both feeling progressive

Then a young voice states quietly, well that may be so

But isn’t it regressive to be so blatantly dismissive

She lowers her gaze

And takes a sip of her water

She clears her throat to speak

She’s the prodigal daughter

Life is too complex

To operate in black and white

And should we limit our options

To being defined – Left or Right

Not one singular Identity should steal center stage

Because not one of us is more important at the end of the day

It’s not always about winning and getting our way

Unity and tolerance are about being able to live in the gray

Sadly, what she said

Might have been true

But one of the camps

Shouted over her, their point of view

One Evolving Moment

Yesterday no longer exists

And tomorrow will never arrive
The only place you can be is here

Time is an illusion

It will steal what is

The breath and beat that is now

The only pure form of experience

The only true point of existence

This moment
It is for you to embrace

Make of it what you will

For as the wind blows

And the river flows

It will cease
It will be replaced

Reborn with another chance

To be present

No longer a victim

Of what was

Or the impending void

But a vital happening

Of who you are

In this one evolving moment