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Boundless

My rage flows boundless

From the molten core of my heart.

 

How long

Will this go on?

How much

Can one soul take?

 

Ancient as the earth

The pain of war

Relentless as the wind

The chains that hold us all.

 

The sea overflows with our grief

For lost hopes

While the ashes of our dreams

Wash up on distant shores.

 

My rage flows boundless

The fire rises in my throat

Boundless yes

But silent?

Not.an.option

Anymore

 

Let the lava flow

Let it melt the walls

Release will ease our hearts

And quiet our fears

 

When the fires cool

Will there be a new land

Children safe at last

We are the ancestors

May we find the courage

To earn the future’s gratitude.

 

 

 

 

 

Morning Light

There is a special quality of light

As a new day dawns

The shadows are still deep

Danger can lurk undisclosed

 

But every budding leaf

Of each new tree is also revealed

Dew sparkles like shattered glass –

Or chains

 

Seize the day

Open eyes can

Bring about the dawn

There is nothing more beautiful

Than justice reborn.

 

 

 

 

 

Wheel of Justice

I wrote this back in May of 2006, during the Bush years.  Little did I know I would need it again.

Wheel of Justice

The wheel is rolling backward.

Listen to the voices shouting,

In anger and in rage.

The soft sobs at the end of the day

Echo through the valley of despair.

The city streets are baking,

The countryside is gray with dust.

There is a heartbeat Somewhere.

Feel it pulsing.

A small sprout of green

Rises up through the cracked pavement

A sparrow drops a seed.

If we cannot stand it

Then we have to stand.

 

If we cannot stand

Then we have to crawl.

Don’t wipe the tears.

Let them run

Through the fields,

Water for the crops

That we must grow.

The wheel is rolling backwards

But that doesn’t have to be.

First one

Then another

Yet another

And again

We will feel the good ache

Of holy muscles

Working with us,

As we place

Our shoulders to the wheel

 

Shattered Glass

The glass has shattered

But the ceiling holds

Rose colored spectacles

Are rimmed with blood

But still we can see

The sun shining

Beyond the poisoned skies

 

Hold my hand

My dear my love

Put on your boots

Protect your feet

As we move forward

Into a world

Of broken glass

To rebuild again

And again

And again

 

The Storm is Here

The winds howl in outrage

As the rain pounds down in pain

Our mother sobs

As her body turns to mud.

The oceans rise in protest

The glaciers melt in despair.

We can hunker down

But we cannot hide

Umbrellas are not enough

To clean the poisoned water

To heal our wounded earth.

Our prayers may help

If they inspire us

To turn this storm around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dead of winter – a new year

I know why they call it

The dead of winter

The Christmas tree still stands

But it is dry and brown

Becoming a fire hazard

Before our rusty eyes.

 

The presents are all gone

Nothing left to unwrap but fear.

 

Lights still shine in the houses

But we no longer see the star

That bright hope and promise

A newborn babe

Peace on earth at last

 

It seems like it was folly.

In this dread time of winter

 

We await the new year

Not knowing exactly

What it will bring

But it doesn’t look good.

 

Let’s go back to Christmas

While we can.

It is far too long to wait

For Easter morning

And Hope’s sweet resurrection

We need it now.

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Facing Fear

I won’t run from fear

That orange beast that stalks my sleep

Claws trying to drag hope

Back into despair.

No. Just no.

We have been here before

This time we fight

Like life depends on us

Because it does.

Lives of children

Lives of black and brown folks

Lives of queers and Muslims

Lives of refugees and women.

For the life of our whole planet

This green precious globe

Will not be ravaged

No. Just no.

Not on our watch

Not this time.

 

 

Nightmare

A nightmare chased itself

Round the bend again

The serpent eats its tail

Saying facts are for fools

 

This power is corrupt

As vile as slime

Seeping into our foundations

Weakening the supports

 

Before the house falls

Around all of our heads

Pity the sad souls

That chose a poisoned apple.

 

We have to wake up

We have to stay woke

Truth is stronger than lies

Love lasts longer than hate.

 

 

 

And on the Third Day

I felt it last night

Just before I fell asleep

Something stirred

That I thought had died.

It came awake

A force, a power.

Three days of pain

Fear anger grief

Buried deep

In a cold tomb of despair.

But then

On this third day

The Spirit rose again to say

Life lives and

Love will never be denied.

Go into the world

It said

Spread the message

Be fierce be bold

Be brave

Resurrection is not easy

But faith will be reborn

This is the 3rd in a series of poems in the aftermath of the US election of 2016.

Links to the first two are below.

2 days after

The Morning After

2 Days After

Grief comes

The tears flow

Denial is sweet

Then I remember

Anger comes

How could they?

Even some of my family

Grief comes

The bitter taste of fear

Pain in my stomach

But most of all in my heart

Where is Love?

Then I remember

It is everywhere

We can find it

If we look

Hope lives inside me

For a moment

Bargaining

Before the tears come again

The cycle of grief

Goes on

Then when it is over

We get busy

We are the lovers

And protectors

Of the planet

And of the vulnerable

Acceptance and then

Action

 

The Morning After