Rescue

Once a thing is beautiful, and turns
Into darkness and pain
Is it possible to rescue
Beauty from ruin -
To make our hearts whole again?
When all we can see is the dark
When all we can hear is the pain
When all we can feel is the anger
Where is the beauty in that?
Transforming
Is the hardest thing.
The process of turning
From nothing to gold.
Just know that
To God
You
Are the beauty
In the ruin of this world.

Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Once faced with your destination
What is left to prove?
Once you’ve walked down paths forsaken
What’s there left to lose?
Is there any power lying useless
In your hands?
Is there in this crowded landscape
Anyplace to land?

Why Do This?

I don’t do this for you.
I do it for myself.
This art -
This expression?
This is my freedom.
This momentary release -
This peace-giving thing
Is my thing.

Spoken And Written

Words come like breathing -
Like moving or anything
Natural
That flows from the soul.
There is power
And eternity
And a kind of strength
In the written word
That does not exist in the spoken word.
The spoken word speaks
And then it is forgotten.
The spoken word speaks
And is clouded by tone
Body language and facial expression.
The written word waits -
Simply -
To be interpreted by a soul.

Worldview

Life is much bigger than
We think.
Its journey is not just
From one day to another.
It is from one moment,
One event,
Or one person’s life
That we travel, and try
To make an impact.

Act Of Faith

How do I
Begin to express
The depth of
What have seen?
Is it right to even
Try to give such thing
Words?
Do we sit with it
Silently,
Content with what little
Has been done,
Or do we rise up
Boldly,
Knowing there is
More to do?

Momentary

What I need right now is
Perspective.
What I need right now is
Time.
What I need right now is
Peace.
What I need right now is
Understanding.
What I need right now is
Love.
What I need right now is
Acceptance -
Just simply to know that
I’m enough.

Night Terror Until Day Breaks

One day
We will all be free.
We will see the truth.
We will know what’s right.
We’ll be able to hang on
When the night seems endless
And the darkness gripping -
We will overcome this
One day.

Columbine 1999

Today
The building stands empty,
And the screams are silent.
The wounded are healing,
And those who lost are grieving.
New laws are passed,
And we fear copycats.
Innocence was murdered -
Dreams were shattered,
And across the country
We bowed our heads.
Are we better off?
Do we know anymore?
Have we forgotten?
I, for one,
Have not.

Violence

It comes in many forms.
It may show itself
In bruises
And hatred.
It may come forth as
Pain.
But it can be also
Called a stealer,
An intruder
Into peace.