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.



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.