My prayers are but whispered words
From a yearning, desperate, fallible heart.
Mist between tall hills.
Breath between pangs.
Yet any power they possess
Does not rest on my small human capacity.
They are gathered by an eternal hand
That has raised mountains and stirred oceans.
I wish the past
Was a shed out back
Falling-down shabby shack
Full-blown 4-alarm panic attack
Packed full of every bad time.
I’d burn it down
Raze it to the ground
Not an ash to be found
My mind unbound
Flames call to this firebrand
Set matches to this misused land
Jump on chance and take your stand
But. On the other hand…
You’d burn with it
God is close to the broken-hearted
Mercy is where his grace has started
Carved-out justice of rock he made
Starve the devil on blood-soaked pearls once paid
Love falls down in chunks of fluff
All-time sacrifice was more than enough
Hope rises on this cloud-breaking bird
the world is all at once
popping the bubble of now
but the stone of lasting peace
is answering the how
How do you suffer? How do you stop?
How do you survive to be the bubble at the top?
Aaron Copland clouds
Trumpets and strings
Brilliant blue with wings
Plucked from the scores of paradise
Rose gold rays, long-tall days
This is where even devil prays
Brass beds, brass bands
Worry and fear are always my strays
Green as far as the sun can swing
No fence to stop a living thing
Rolling hills, sunlight spills
From the top of the world, I sing
Yellow fields sway
Harps of angels play
And I dream that these ghosts will stay.
How much you love anyone is directly related to how far you had to walk to find them.
Or how far you’re willing to walk WITH them.
Scars are the birthplace of unconditional love.
Thoughts and prayers don’t work if the very people who are praying are gunned down in a CHURCH!
Actions born of thoughtful prayer are what change violence. Common sense can save lives with thoughtful gun legislation.
does not feaR men or guns.
time will have its perFect results of heaven.
our God will not abIde craven idolatry:
murderous sacrifice oF our innocent children,
worship of weapons insTead of His power on high,
a complete abadonmeNt of morals or wisdom.
keep your thoughtS and prayers alive
with actionS of this body
stalk and storm Halls of justice
with your powerful autOmatic voices of reason
attack vaUlts of law
where this Love of guns
is stored and protecteD by evil money and favor
oust and roust, Bust virtue out
kill the silencE of idling hands
demand safer lives wIth cautious liberty.
turn over the tables of destiny by eLecting those who should die for you
rather than kiLl in your names.
in thE name
should never be down the dark barreL of a privately-purchased democracy.
AR-FIFTEENS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL.
This is an acrostic poem, aligned in the center.
The center column has an equal number of letters on either side in each line.
The power in this country rests in the hands of those with guns and money.
It should rest on the peaceful people.
If you need a high-capacity weapon to protect what you have?
You don’t have what you need.
AR-15s should not be made legally available to murder 15 yos.
Every gun ever made was forged to kill a being.
Every gun ever made has or will kill a living thing. Or multiple living things.
Guns were made for no other purpose.
Only man could make killing so easy.
Karma will call and collect her damages.
To ask a question,
“Why am I made to suffer?”
You were made to shine.
Suffering is choice.
You chose hard paths to travel.
Normal feels easy.
Hope during chaos
Focus in place of distraction
Courage under fire
Composure is required
Anger won’t bring satisfaction
Be hope’s slave
And ride high on this blue wave
Hope requires faith
Faith is now accepting questions
Peace is an option