Moments

Birds take flight
a flock of white wings
shuddering in the air
after rain falls
the mist is thick
my pen flows freely
reliving moments gone
Hot humid nights
of the swampy South
skipping cobblestone streets
telling stories in their cracks
confession booths where
communion wafers dissolved
against my tongue while
I confessed my sins through
a veiled screen behind
pulled velvet curtains to
the empty seat on the other side
Looking out windows
to the strangers and wondering
what the world looked like
through anothers eyes
Standing on the cliffs of mountains
as condors soar
wishing I could fly
sensing their freedom
and longing for it
Opening my soul and letting
the overflow seep out
feeling the pressure drop with
every word written
I give thanks as the ink spills
filling the holes that life
bores into all who live long enough
to suffer realizing the foolishness
of youth
Knowing joy will never
be taken for granted again

With all beginnings there is an end

May the light that you held shine once again
God has purpose for you as he does for all men
I pray for laughter and music to fill your days
and that we stay apart for now and always

Sinking in the current of what
is happening yet still trying to swim
Reality knocking at my door
while I attempt to ignore it
until the hinges break on
this masquerade
and I can no longer mistake
what has become the truth
I give it up
The truth is, words
cannot be unheard or swallowed back
into the recesses of what never was.
As they have become what is.
Opinions cannot change the
truth Taking sides wont alter the score
This life is not a game
My sorry for my failings
is met with my forgiveness
for wrong done
gone is the girl
who needed the approval
of those who never loved her
 she has found the love of
the One who matters and was
always there waiting for her
to wake up and see
I strive to preserve
what is left to breathe life into
as the death of the past is
finally put where it belonged
I dig the grave and shovel the dirt
and lay down the broken bones
of the struggle, six feet under
Ashes to ashes dust to dust

New Day

Dont be fooled... we are the architects of the
cell in which we reside,
Open the lock with the key of truth
come away with me...
Laughing as we chase away the ghosts of hatred,
Embracing a new day, where we see we are one.
Holding hands as we march on together
leaving destruction crying at our heels.
Come away with me and smile
As we watch the sun rise to a new day
as we look upon faces of brothers and sisters
so long ago lost but once again found

Looking Through to Truth

Standing in the footprints left behind
Waiting for something that may never come
Cursing the hope that just won't die
Holding still with minds in perpetual motion
Knowing that perception and reality
don't always meet
Which of us knows they see things as they are?
Filtering faster than truth can reach us
We look through painted glass windows
Captured in the colors of the view
Forgetting most times to look all the way through