I am love
in times of unrest
through all trials
no matter the test

I am love
always present and ready to unfold
to take you into my embrace
and shelter you from the cold

I am love
not to be held alone
although a part of your Divine
I must be free for the atoned

I am love
there is no greater power
feel me in abundance
now and in every hour

I am love
set me free from your heart
like seeds in the wind
time to both play our part

I am love
I’ll never leave you unattended
give me freely to all
and I’ll return tenfold as intended


Grief’s Birthday Wish

Another birthday I mark in your absence
It’s no easier than the last
I wish, I wish, I wish
A wish that can not be
So, am I to be content with this simple expression?

It seems that is my fate until it isn’t
Your absence left a void impossible to fill
I wish, I wish, I wish
I think we both know what I wish
So, am I to mark these years with sadness and longing?

How does one celebrate a birthday that isn’t?
Just by remembering you on your special day?
I wish, I wish, I wish
A wish that’s just too big
So, instead I’ll think of you, of all you were and still are

I know you’ll feel my love for you on your birthday
The same way we still share our love everyday
I wish, I wish, I wish
I’ll go on wishing anyway
So, today instead of sadness, in my heart I’ll sing to you and watch you smile

The Christmas Pendulum

Christmas is near
Full of sadness and cheer
Decking the halls and jingling bells
Special drinks from hidden wells

Tears drawn out by revelry
Singing songs in melody
Feeling like tangled lace
Putting on my happy face

Tis the season for mixed emotion
All I want is to be at the ocean
To feel the breeze and taste the salt
Maybe then I won’t feel at fault

Memories of Christmases past
Make the present overcast
Yet to be present is my goal
Enjoy a little happiness without coal

Triumph Over Hate

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Hate has not risen from the depths of hell.  It lay latent in man’s soul waiting to rise again with opportunity.  Bullets fire in rapid succession targeting those historically oppressed and marginalized.  No gun, no bomb, no worries; simply get behind the wheel to enact your fury. Find a bat or a brick and beat somebody or desecrate someone else’s holy site.

What gives you the right? Is it simply that you’re white?

More anti’s than I can count, phobias against anyone with a different religion, skin color or chosen love. The perpetrators of hate think they reign supreme, but hate does not rule. We the People will rise to take back our rights, our sacred sites and our very lives.

What gives you the right? Your history of dominance? Your ability to oppress?

You with your shield, your semi automatic, your slogan hat, your flag of hate that harkens back, you will not prevail. By history you will be listed as a footnote on the wrong side, a dark stain on your country and all of humanity.

Your bygone chants echo the past but with a sour note of desperation, as if you know this may be your final stand.

What gives you the right?  Is it because you can stand hoodless in daylight?

Love and tolerance will claim their victory,  even if it’s by the blood of the injured and through the tears we shed for the dead.  Weary and beleaguered we will still find cause to celebrate, perhaps not today or tomorrow, but now that we have risen together we will see that love conquers hate.