Observation of a Friend

She walks like a warrior, straight-backed and crown high. Yet, humble.

Her avian eyes propel with the speed of light. Yet, no guile is found in her.

Her strong and steady hands caress a heated brow or wield a sword.

She walks like a warrior. Her sword discreetly at her side.

She is wise and does not invite chaos into her life.

She equips herself with helmet and shield, both righteous and redemptive.

She walks like a warrior. She is keenly aware of the night.

She nimbly opens the lantern that guides her path.

She walks with a quiet understanding of how this goes. Yet, she delights in Hope.

And every day she wakes and walks like a warrior.

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil.  For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness…

Ephesians 6:10-12

Long Been Running

I have long been running toward that Morning light

trying so hard to be the holy one with all my might

Then you whisper in my ear, “Peace, be still.”

I have long been kneeling in that Cathedral in the sand

trying so hard to form my self into a holy jar

Then you whisper in my ear, “I am the Potter.”

I have long been wading in that River of life

desperate to drink the holy water that cleans

Then you whisper in my ear, “I am the water that never ends.”

No I lay me down on the Alter of Holy Rest

Trust my hands to the maker of all that grows

and drink every drop form the River of Life…

 oh how Peaceful it is to “be still and know.”

My One and Only…

The end of the day, that hour where the Sun keeps her promise of love

Before the day is done, I love to sit quietly with you.

The crickets start their humming song and the dusk is full of the coos of a dove.

These sweet sights and sounds  are the day saying goodbye as night ensues.

I am reminded that the designer of these miracles is You.

I am reminded that you want to be my one and only.

Your Faithfulness is shown by your Mercy that you are Worthy

To hold this day and all my days in your arms.

Sweet Eyes

I was looking for a man just like you

but that man was not a runner.

I was looking for a man just like you

but that man was not a Film Flam man.

Just like you but did not tell lies

Just like you but wanted ties

A man like you took my heart away

A man that pretended dreams were true

A man like you who fooled us all

Yes, my sweet eyes were looking for a man

But He was never you.

The Drum Keeps Pounding…

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Kill or be killed.

How can a baby tell?

How can the government know your heart?

How can the abuse drum on?

Politicians poison consistently flows.

The children all die inside and out!

Kill or be killed.

Who made you this way?

Beat the drum until all is in ruin.

Drums pounding our sanity away!

The world’s words…

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The World’s words cannot clothe themselves in peace.

All of this death has a life to each.

Millions of human lives taken cannot be a number.

A child is playing in her yard, daddy taken away by war.

Common sense is a safe boundary no more.

The road seems shorter than it was before.

Countries are convulsing insanity roars.

Letters tied in yellowed ribbon rotted to the core.

These words lack weight and I close the door.