Bright light shining in from the sky,
Dancing across the waves tossed high.
From side to side and to and fro
My vessel dances high and then low.
...
An angel of dark and an angel of light
Together met on some distant site.
Although they each knew they would never agree
They spoke of the earth and how it should be.
...
The revolution’s begun
We all know the foe
It comes at us daily
In some it won’t show.
...
I came upon a man
Not by accident I’m sure.
He helped me see
I’d found the cure
...
I came upon a man I knew
He no longer looked the same.
He looked quite aged and older now
And I asked him what he’d blame.
...
I have spent most of my life listening, observing, learning and was always so busy I had forgotten how much I enjoyed writing and Poetry. It is never too late to begin. Hopefully someone will read a poem and be able to see what I saw, hear what I heard and learn something I've learned.)
The Carpenter
With tool in hand
He forms the wood
And takes it to its goal
With no ill thoughts
And Source in heart
It comes from in his soul
With one last touch
It claims its place
To shape the Holy Scroll
It’s all now done
An inspired feat
A Man beside the pole