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Posts tagged “faith

When It Seems Beyond Reach


Its favorite complaint

is not valid,

to imagine one’s pain,

is beyond another’s reach.

 

We are often more together

than what visibly

might be imagined,

while the construct of love remains.

 

To imagine solace

rather than feel it is easily

more attainable

than finding the truth.

 

Oh to be your guide,

to let your body fall in grace,

into my own,

so the comfort of love remain.

 

Oh to know a solution,

to understand a helpless nature,

in the human condition,

to show delight in love.

 

A simple remedy is plausible

only to the sightseer

who has not trekked the craggy

landscape of a chronic sojourn.

 

We seek peace in the shelter of our lives,

far beyond the tantalizing nature of pain.


A Crushing Blow


When wanting hope,

to last, to settle in around the vacant stares,

those we own,

we scan a room with little fanfare,

our way of letting time pass beyond the norm,

it is indeed,

a crushing blow,

when hope becomes the reality of confusion.

 

Tonight, perhaps I recognize cynicism

rather alarming

to recognize a desire once felt,

seems out of reach,

beyond the norm,

the glass wall gives a perfect view

the lonely man,

wandering the open spaces,

wondering if ever there might be some

tangible evidence

allows his life to become whole again.


Convoluted Love


He said, the only reason is love,

questions in her mind suggested, what is …

his definition, compared to her own,

what she feels, does he understand,

he wants what she knows, yet, will he, can she,

how might their peace of mind,

find grounding.

 

For it is that peace in our lives,

causes us,

on a beautiful summer afternoon,

to respond to the sounds,

the birds in morning,

the wisp of breeze in a hot afternoon,

the starlit ambience of night fall,

in all of these imaginable sensory explosions

 

we are still seeking semblance,

asking for balance,

allowing that risk and edge to indicate

our lives are brief in the greater

scheme of things,

yet what is the

universal design.

 

What is love,

love is why we cry.


Clueless Agony


On the horizon, a wall looms,

we reach inside for garden tools,

protect the hibiscus, secure the lawn

decorations – that peace of mind.

What happens next,

we cannot control,

yet why is it in our own lives,

that survival, is all we try to do,

mask the insecurity so no one might know,

deep inside we are as

frail to the notion of real as is the vine

sudden storm clouds will rip apart.

Nature always wins,

despite the efforts of many,

to hide the furthest

indication of that surreal

slide.

 


Alone in Notion


An emptiness

settles my mind,

when I can know the feeling remains.

If hesitation

suggest an opportunity

the anxiety blows me,

figuratively

of course,

that literal need is always knocking

when I’m alone,

when time stands still and hours fly by,

I wonder if anyone knew

would they …

or

is it me.

Am I the solution to my need,

seems to be a sort of shallow satisfaction,

yet when is it that

preoccupation

finds an eventual happy medium.

There’s a reason I haven’t sought out

that

I suppose it’s some moral conviction,

a desire to maintain my integrity

in the midst of a pool of wanton sensuality.

Find her at home,

is my friend’s lament,

and yet,

I already know this,

I just wonder if she ever will.