grace

Meeting My Inner Child

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in the midst of a storm of thunder

when hail stones fell from dark skies

a child came crawling to me

he came to me from his mother

sent into my protection

he was little more than a babe

 

i stopped and stooped to lift him

i looked into his soft little face

i saw bright eyes full of wonder

he seemed made of wonder and grace

i placed him onto my back

 

i told him to cling very tight

but he flung himself backward to earth

beyond where my hands could reach

i turned and raised him again

held him in tender embrace

 

i explained he had to be strong

for a journey

arduous

long

but we’d be safe

in the end

 

he smiled at me

like a friend

 

 

 

Timeless

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how sweetly jasmin scents the air
its petals gleaming in the night
against the dark stones of the tower
my lady never looked so fair
as she looks tonight

leaning in her window there
her gentle hand against her cheek
with tender breezes in here hair
my lady never looked so fair
as she looks tonight

i know that she is thinking now of me
her lips curved in a smile of love
and she is dreaming peacefully
my lady never looked so fair
as she looks tonight

i could watch her hour by hour
passing time in loves delight
in moonlight she’s the loveliest flower
my lady never looked so fair
as she looks tonight

time will not fade her lovely face
an endless beauty shines within
a light, illuminating grace
my lady will remain as fair
as she is tonight

The Circle Game

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I travelled far, found a home
where my flag of honour flew
I thought it so, I worked for you,
for all I thought was true

you illustrate this event
with a comic book cartoon
and say you did it in good faith
am I too serious?

I should lighten up I guess
it’s just a party
all in jest
just a game, no harm

take my paper, take my words,
trample them in mud,
tear and shred my tribal banner
tell me this is love

I have been to parties
festivals and celebrations,
gathering, joyful tribal dances,
where my banner flew in wind

sunshine shone on open pages
there was light and dignity
I never thought to leave
such grace and charity

this though is another place
your run me round in circles
I see your honeyed traps
the charm, the exploitation

such manipulations
will never capture me
I have already gone
I left your circle game

Grace

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emerging from a night that’s almost gone
my mother moved about the kitchen slowly
such quiet grace should herald in the holy
brush strokes of light burst forth and shone

what shadows will the evening bring
when light is low behind the window blind?
if i look out what comfort will i find?
a choir of angels, distant, softly sing