Fingers Crossed

With fingers crossed upon my heart
I pray that pain will soon depart
and peace and pleasure come to one
whose grace and poise supplies the sun
with warmth and brilliance touching all
who coincide with her windfall
an inspiration shining bright
lets gather prayers and all unite

Steps to Reality

If we don't speak it - reality is silent

              If we ignore it - reality is overlooked

                                   If we avoid it - reality is evasive

                                             If we don't accept it - reality is elusive

                                                                        If we don't see it - reality is blind

                                                                               Regardless of what we do - reality prevails

Angry Eight

If 

anger were 

a number it would 

be 8, twisting and 

turning,entwining 

itself around, 

until 

it 

strangles
it's victim, leaving
a separation of two
distinct fragments,
still attached and
lightly touching
yet sharing
zero

Feather Moor

Faith is the quietus that feathers the anchor from the moor

When we believe, we are at our best