Ending

Scars left from teeth bared

Sunken deep in tender flesh,

Pointed ears casting a drooping shadow

On your empty bed.

Silent screams echo in your head,

Mongrel creatures claw over your body.

Blood drips from open wounds.

Who has visited on this dark day?

Who has given the fateful command

To demons and devils,

Legions of rebels,

Wanting only to cast the last straw?

My name is in his pitiful memory.

My shadow clings to his body.

My spirit is trapped in his hand.

Remember the challenge,

Dread the day,

When all will be turned

Upside down

And inside out.

A lion will roar,

From the top of the mountain.

A lamb will lay down,

In peace, with no treachery.

Welcome

Resurrect myself,

Through the points of light

Shooting through the dirt,

Through my fingertips.

Yes, I know,

No-man’s land is no place

For optimism or happy talk.

My house is covered with tears,

Falling from the sky.

My God reigns—I can’t deny it.

But he is yours and theirs, too.

Everyone can accept the invitation.

Come as you are,

And drink plentifully

Of the river of life.

Yes, you. Whoever you are.

You are welcome.

Life Again

Like laughing, spending time together, trusted family members, dad and mom, aunt and uncle, brother and sister, niece and nephew. Closed to completion, adventures galore, camping and swimming, croquet and cornhole. Life in love. Making up for lost time, lost years, lost words. Missing persons. Death and disease. Life has taken its toll, life and death and then life again.

Brothers

I never thought we’d come to this place—

You and me on opposing sides, in a race

Against time, against each other, against freedom.

Never thought I’d be fighting a brother in the kingdom.

Sometimes, I get confused about all the issues.

Hold it now, I need a box of tissues.

Life has taught me to be true to those

Close to me, who’d give me the clothes off their back.

Maybe if we try to make this moment count,

Dig in, and give it all we’ve got.

Can you see the light coming at you now?

Don’t leave me here to just fester and rot!

You mean a lot to me, I wish you could

Accept that simple truth as a fact.

Let’s do the right thing, like eating your favorite food.

It feels good, even to be caught in the act.

Everything we learned yesterday doesn’t come

To mean a thing without love.

Every heart we’ve broke just feels like some

Kind of putting our head in a stove.

But you and me, we’ve been around the block.

We know the rules, and the pain, there’s no going back.

It’s not too late to correct yourself.

Just put those lies on the back shelf.

Hear me say, it’s not the same thing

As going on the first date.

Going steady makes me irate.

Take off like a big spring

That’s all I got, so take it or leave it!

Believing

Safe harbor, a dream. Closing eye lids.

Can you see the darkness coming across the sky?

An echo in the chasm, a silent scream.

Dragging one’s feet in the dirt, the stones, the ice.

Only to find one is alone.

Cast one’s sight into the distance.

Nothing present, Nothing past, Nothing to come

Will separate one from the love of God.

Heirlooms in a Broken Family

Dripping poison,

Those little words,

Snarled,

Under the breath,

Then pushed out

With the stomach.

You passed on your mother’s china

To me, the first grandson to marry,

But you wanted to keep a teapot.

My wife wanted the entire set,

So, I said no.

That’s when you got nasty.

I don’t care what you do, you said.

Just sell it!

I had no intention of selling it.

Now that we’ve had it for a while,

We think we’ll pass it on

To your grandchildren.

Isn’t that what you would want?

Don’t Wake the Sleeping Giant

Don’t remember much,

From those years.

In the house,

But not a home.

Walking on eggshells,

So as not to wake

The sleeping giant.

Saying the wrong thing

Could instill rage

Overflowing like lava

From a volcano.

But it wasn’t my fault.

I wasn’t taught

How to avoid conflict,

And, really,

I shouldn’t have to.

I just wanted

Something to eat, or,

Someone to talk to.

Was that too much to ask?

Saying It Again

Does what’s already been said,

Need to be said again?

Perhaps. Maybe, if,

In a new way,

Or, maybe, if,

From a new person;

For, it’s not just

What is said, that matters,

But who says it, and,

Who they say it to,

And, Lord knows,

Just because it’s

In a book,

Doesn’t mean

It will be read,

Certainly not by everyone.