Dream of light – photo by gfs
The rising sign speaks of foundations
where the sun’s spirit entered
and the light of the moon reflecting
who we’ve become in its shadows

let each of us answer the call
summoned by Angels heard on high
above the trials and trails we wander
along this river we call the life

no star will ever make or break
or find in time forgotten faith
stories here we may believe
outside the truth we’ve left behind

starlight ours to know the answer
love has come to hold our hand
know the light within our eyes
was always ours we’ve come to find

Dark Night

Art created from the poetry using

Now, crossing the field of the heart
the emptiness, the loneliness
when all seems lost
when we have spent our last ounce of strength
and the heart is awash in emotion
Waves are crashing on the shores of our life
relentless, and sleep is our only harbor
In our dreams we are chased by wolves
and claw our way, hand and foot, up hillsides
waking as exhausted as when we closed our eyes
This then; The dark night of the soul
leaves us as an empty vessel
that when ready
will be filled again
with wonder…

THe Harlot (redux in ai)

Art created from the poetry using

At noon a ghastly sight
before my eyes befell
a moment seldom ever seen
in tales the Ages tell

In filthy streets The Word was passed
a beggars bowl forsaken
lined in sorrow, madness still
refused to take the burden

Seven times The Word he spoke
seven mysteries unveiled
fulfilled the prophets testaments
t’is finished … destiny sealed

Tears of blood upon the earth
committed to the tomb
wrapped with frankincense and myrrh
returning to the womb

Where was I, the question
when precious life was taken
the violet curtain torn
and Love was left forsaken?

I was in the Temple
The Harlot in my arms
searching for another truth
lost in all her charms