Where do you go

when your war has been won

 

The enemy vanquished,

the legion’s undone

 

What do you do

when your purpose is gone

 

The feelings still burning,

the will to fight strong

 

Where do you go,

the last battle adjourned

 

The fields lined in blood,

all caissons returned

 

As men march in unison,

their rifles unbreeched

 

A lone bugle calling

—the dead beyond reach

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

 

The Pharisees vengeance,

unleashing again

 

To kill a ‘false’ prophet,

their fear redescends

 

The cross is made ready,

like ages before

 

The nails though still rusty,

hammer deep and secure

 

Their memories short sighted,

rejecting the fact

 

The last one they crucified…

 alive and intact

 

A new Resurrection

they’re about to ensure

 

Through hatred and envy

—damnation procured

 

(For Sister Marcella: January, 2021)

 

The pinnacle of abuse

 is preying on your own

Jackal, politician,

mercenary, or priest

Their cloak of deception

 hiding unspoken lies

Approaching your doorstep

—in the guise of a friend

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

 

 

We serve the moment,

bespeaks the Lord

 

To live eternal

—in time untoward

 

(The Book Of Prayers: January, 2021)

While safe in my corner,

so sure of myself

 

I criticized everything,

what’s thought and what’s felt

 

Secure in the fantasy,

my back to the wall

 

Returns to diminish

—the big to the small

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

I gave my heart to someone in the rain,

the clouds exploding, witness to my vows

 

The water carrying away each fervent wish

—to stream in happy aqueducts of love

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

Planted where I am,

I watched you blossom in the field

 

Time being what it is,

I picked each moment that would yield

 

Love that’s to be shared

takes on new meaning as it sows

 

Joy to spread and flower

—beyond where limitation grows

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

 

I didn’t go far,

but I went far enough

I could have reached deeper,

though finding so much

 

I could have seen more,

but my vision remains

I could have hoped longer,

though wishes retain

 

I could have stood taller,

but my back is still straight

I could have blamed others,

though forgiveness my trait

 

I could have loved more,

but my heart is still full

Bereft of my yearnings

—eternity lulls

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

 

 

Everyone hates me eventually,

so why don’t you do it now

 

Saving us time, uncoupling the rhyme

—your anger my presence endows

 

(Martin’s Dam: January, 2021)

Lightly armed and uncommitted

—the question always turns to why

 

(Martha Brown’s Woods: January, 2021)