Oct. 29th

bathed in salt, anointed with three names,

panic soaked to bone and ligament,

surrounded by generations

of sweat, hope, courage,

all choking on the future

in the pews.

years passed, bones hardened,

wilderness spread throughout your heart,

soul spoke to soil, sun kissing skin,

eyes watering,

witness your fear, don’t fight it,

just witness and release.

Metaphors & Ruminations

It all dissolves like ice cubes at the bottom of a scotch,

Moments, people, places wash from memory with enough time,

The sad and painful past you can’t quite understand –

What drives someone to lose their humanity,

Is it in us all, or is it some sick anomaly?

You’ll never really know, nor is it necessary that you do.

Through agony shines in a blaring light,

The past feeds the present,

And at present you are strong and whole.

Forgive where you can and go on,

Brave as you flow along, steady in the path you chose.