The Beauty Shines Through

rotten traces 

and 

forgotten places

yet 

the beauty shines through

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Kenotic Knocking

 

Knock, knock, knock
knuckles on wood
hand in a fist, such
a peculiar pose.

It’s a kind of cry for help
a percussive entreaty
“please open the door
I am cold and alone”.

Is anyone home?
It is not a certainty
and to keep knocking
requires faith if not kenosis.

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Body & Spirit

 

Wandering through life

alone in body but con-

nected in spirit except

when it does not seem

even that is the case.

What then my friend?

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The Statue

Here I stand
like a statue
hewn from stone.

My heart is hard
and cold like a
gravestone in winter.

My eyes are frozen
seeing only the sadness
of the lack of love.

My fingers are icicles
sharp and unbending
useless for helping.

How did things
come to be this way?
I feel utterly alone.

I wish things were different
from this sorry state.
Why am I here?

Where do I turn when
even God himself
has turned away?

The Karma Machine

 

I feel like I need to fire up the ol’ karma machine.

Too many negatives building up on my ledger.

I’ll keep my eye out for opportunities today and

trust the universe will balance itself out through me.

I’m not sure life really works this way, ya know,

but if there is any possibility I need to seize it.

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