Sons of the gods
who walk among us
hands to hold
and hearts beyond
the reason
of Saints
and sinners
Words let
the waste
or The Way

Then should
the Father
coming to be
awakened by
in this
summer storm
quiet the thunder
fears revealed
nourish or flood
so feelings
will see

Ghosts ever
Holy, sacred
in glory
or secret
and ancient
in time
this worship
shall empty
love’s longing
water or wine
what Spirits
will be?




Awakening to life
I call your name
no answer, in the distance
church bells ring
six o’clock
evening tide (descends)
vespers have gathered
on the wind

I wonder there
colors swirl in the mind
and thoughts sink slowly
into grey
there are no words
or ways to sound out (feelings)
they hover on the wind
like the bells

scarce are the words
the heart can hold
far are the shores
of our home
still is the place
where memory keeps (colors)
of the days before
the shadows fell

beseech with your prayer
what you will
with your word
understand that there isn’t
one way to be
a past not forgotten (feelings)
have left us
longing forever today

to know where the love was
that lead us this way
into the light we came
far from the reason
what we inherit
our endless days(ze)
answers fulfilling
all life leaves behind