Hand-I-Capped

Do you have five fingers

without a fist

 

A hope that lingers

a wanton wish

 

Do your letters jumble

beneath the words

 

Does your breath cut off

before it’s heard

 

Does silence threaten

what can’t begin

 

With empty horror

begetting sin

 

Whose grip wraps tightly

o’er digits limp

 

Your soul indentured

—creation’s gimp

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Calling Me Home

No need to impress

or need to define

what rests deep inside me

within the sublime

 

All praise and all glory

goes to the Lord

immune from false tribute

to free every word

 

Time as the temptress

exposed in His wake

the One and the Only

not early nor late

 

His calling upon me

my arms open wide

to dig up my treasure

—and travel divine

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Pateras Potamos

Come to me Achelous

river without tears

Carry me distant

away from my fears

 

Direction is onward

Olympus bestows

 Hermes in orbit

directing the flow

 

At home in your waters

whose currents surpass

Defining my history

from first to the last

 

Your torrent unbridled

the eye of the storm

I drift in your motion

—alive and reborn

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)