rain beats in puddles
steady as an old clock’s chime
marking storm’s retreat
early lights soften the night
as people forgot sorrow
darkness abandoned
like a lover’s hand let go
lurks in empty rooms
dull chords swell behind closed doors
urging hearts back into light
lone piano chords
wander through silver curtains
slipping down stone streets—
notes weave with the rain’s soft breath
dissolving like whispered mist
Café tables glow
lamps mirrored in rain-slick glass
offering pardon—
voices rise like waves of song
as couples embrace in light
two currents once torn
flow together at day’s end
merging once again—
storm drifts into tender dusk
thunder fades to memory
shattered awnings heal
stretching wide toward the sunset
much stronger now
roots sunk deep in firmer ground
and canvas is made anew
frayed lines grip the cleat
holding mast against the gale
canvas leaps awake
love unfurls its sail once more
steered by winds that once broke it
storm once split the mast
yet the sails held fast
love remade the seams
rekindled our dreams
under the awning
after the storm passed
after the storm passed
Knowing not who in truth we are, death is feared,
since we are attached to this decaying form,
so we are through life by myriad fears speared,
with God’s law of love unable to conform.
Surrendering will, we are by God’s hand steered,
stripped of attributes, yet feeling His love warm.
In a realm outside space-time, we yet exist,
living light eternal, a divine bliss mist.
We are in duality to feel contrast,
that we may grow in love, wisdom and power,
so though the life of feeble form will not last,
each immersion in earth life does empower,
irrespective of how die of fate is cast.
Oh hermit, discard fear and do not cower,
for made in God’s image, we are living light,
beholding which, unending is heart’s delight.
Forged in the cradle of crumbling stone,
The river murmured like an elder's song,
A silver thread through earth’s old bones,
Unraveling what never should belong.
Like lightning shaped in liquid skin,
It laced through logs and shattered pride,
No war was waged against the din,
Just gentle strength that slipped beside.
Over time, I’ve clung to rigid dreams,
Iron branches in a storm’s domain;
But rivers teach what silence means,
That bending doesn't mean you're slain.
Wounds I wore like rusted chains
Became smooth pebbles in its tide;
The river wore them down with rain
Until they shimmered, purified.
Even stars reflected in its face
Seemed less fixed than I had thought;
The current showed a softer grace,
To lose control is not to rot.
Roots now sprout where rage once grew,
Fed by waters I once feared.
And in that flow, I saw what’s true—
Resilience is what I've steered.
When God's fire burns so bright,
It changes us into glorious light.
His children now, His Name we bear,
A love so deep, who can compare.
By His stripes, we are healed,
By His Blood, our destiny is sealed.
Sons and daughters, strong we stand,
Held within His everlasting Hand.
Saved by grace, adorned in robes so white,
Clothed in His Righteousness, shining bright.
With Truth we are girded, His Faith our shield,
With His Sword, our hearts are steered.
As kings and priests, we now rise anew,
In Him we live, with Him we reign, that is true.
Let us nurture, let us be intentionally,
The star that shines in the sky eternally.
May we be blessed to understand..
Although life may have steered us down paths we hadn’t planned…
and some of our childhood wishes remain unsung….
as long as we are living and breathing…
there’s time to fulfill the dreams we had when we were young.
Consciousness is an enigma
that lurks within the brain,
connecting neural pathways
across organic terrain.
It is what stares back at you
When looking in the mirror,
an observation of itself,
a vessel to be steered.
We attempt to understand
where it originates,
maybe cause and effect,
something the brain creates.
Or maybe it endures beyond
even the physical plane,
transcending death and moving on,
catching some cosmic train.
the horses
Three horses graze on my land, and one
is still a foal.
In the twilight and with gentle rain falling
they remind me of the horses of bygone
days when I steered the plow that made
furrows in dark, clean soil.
When I stroke their flank, the good aroma
of warm horses arises; dreams are endless.
In daylight, they pretend to be boulders, but
even then, they make the land serene.
A storm in a teacup,
whirling silvery clouds;
Caffeine is cuddling you;
It’s so hard to deny
that sky devoid of blue;
A storm in a teacup,
howling turbid beauty;
Gloomiest glitter drops
lick at a murky spoon;
The stirring never stops;
A storm in a teacup
sweetened a little bit;
Lit up smile’s peeking out;
Something of a striptease,
steered by the slightest pout;
A storm in a teacup,
everyday is my time;
Focusing blinking eyes
that tall hill now lies flat;
This fight is paradise.
The sky is a cloudless crystal blue
with a breeze to chap your lips
I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent
the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red
sailors take warning
It’s going to get feisty cold,
I’m told
about the time we go back to school.
A polar-bear vortex with all its features
will spread its icy paws
What jumps out at me first
is how it could be worse.
if unapologetic nature
pounced sans disclaimers
with a cold worth semi-Shakespearean verse
What follows, star-crossed
is a week storm-tossed
a winter holocaust
with heaven-kissed frost
that only madness would call a judgement
We’re steered from harm
by precision alarms
stay warm
sweet friends
wrap up, stay in
.
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Songs for this:
Come In from the Cold by Marc Broussard
World's A Changing by The Bingtones
Along the roads of grassy fields
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.
Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way, takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets in on the herd, then stray
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
and force of the streams give, taken
to an endless frequent float
for great distances steered, stirred
while the timorous turn 'round.
An endeavor to gain the place they set off
As along ancient grassy drove road lies,
weary shepherd and his sheepdog.
Drovers, some on the hoof
The sheep shall stray
back to stay presently in Eden's garden
Jade-green grassy hills of harvest gold,
and cerulean skies.
Recalling times when our heart sank
and soul’s resolve too did then tank,
though we feared, obstacles were cleared
because we were by God’s hand steered.
Save Him upon who can we bank?
To be self-taught, I rested thought
and saw a light, a growing dot,
into which I disappeared,
being by God’s hand so steered,
transformed thus as living light,
heart pulsating with delight!
To be self-taught, I rested thought
and saw a light, a growing dot.
My quill scratches here in this cold, musty, dark room
with it my papyrus scroll. We are all of us entombed
Last night, echoes of coming fright, impending Doom
Once more, another step forward for all to hear BOOM
Humanity has always sought to cheat the Big One, Death
For it cares not to ease the heaving of our last gifted Breath
The thought leaves us much more than alone. Leaves us bereft
So we cheat with glee, we lie with ease, stare intently the Theft
Ask Alexander. He left us dozens of Alexandria's to be revered
His deism, a shield to hide behind while exploiting being feared
The Pharaohs in Apex flights of sarcophagi to the Stars they steered
They sought to dwell atop Sirius perched on the labour of all peers
Last night, whispers of Men aspiring to download us, themselves
Into a Matrix? Where towering Olympus is to now house bookshelves
For the entertainment of our Great Grandchildren in fantasy with Elves
We will be there to open, each a Pandora's Box whirling kisses of Farewell
“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”
I was a dusty carpet always ignoring abuse, it was being piled
never differentiating between a real friend and an opportunist
I always made sure I gave others more then I gave myself,
my heart was always a blood bath and my soul hurt like hell
At the age of thirty six I began my journey with a therapist
who found the little girl in me and helped her rise again
Locked inside a suitcase at six, the world to me was closed
I started living again, this time I became my own best friend
I learned to say no when I meant no and yes when I meant yes
there were adjustments along the way, with family and friends
but sooner or later they came to realize I had seen a new dawn
and I wasn't going to be used as a runner for their dirty feet
God slowly steered my heart towards a wholesome love of self,
after freeing my soul I embraced the fire and began living again.
“Stay in your lane and do not veer”
A warning that I’d always hear.
With guarded glances, signals shown,
I steered my way, no danger known.
But fate, it struck with sudden might,
Sideswiped, my world spun into night.
Grasping hard to steer the wheel,
Out of control, a new ordeal.
Flat tire, airless, veering wide,
No chance to steer or turn aside.
Brace for impact was my plan,
While drivers dodged my wild sedan.
On this road, my path askew,
Some slowed down, while others flew.
I rolled uphill until motion ceased
Then climbed from my vehicular beast.
No crash, no bang, just sudden still,
A quiet end to fate’s fierce will.
And in that calm, a thought took seed,
Perhaps the edge is what I need.
Over the edge, I found my way,
Not bound by rules, nor led astray.
In wild ride’s end, I saw it clear:
The edge I feared brought freedom near.
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