THE EMBRACE

Of the embrace,


We teach of times to love. We hope of the goodness.

There is a war raging. There are battle cries. Many will die.

Many must fall for the other soldiers to forge ahead.

There will be chronic times to face. Times of dishevelment.


Out of this can come times of the new embrace.

Lord – is this our sacrifice?


Is this our embrace?



18.12
5/11/05

OH DEAR

Out to sea again.

Afloat on the waves again.

Splashing for the fun again.

Making silly sounds again.


A boy in the unknown again.

Loving the wetness again.

Crazy in the race again.

Greedy in the salt again.


Going slightly nowhere.

Always heading somewhere.

There’s nothing to stop me here.

Everything to fool me. Oh dear.


18.07
5/11/05

I FOR SURE

I want you to know that
I don’t understand why the rain
Makes my face wet when it touches.

Does it have to touch?

Whose hand guides nature?
Is the cause of blowing leaves,
Of falling leaves,

That scatter like thin seeds,
Seen as veiled hope for next season?

I don’t fully understand the seasons.
They run, not like children
But aged men of old, wizened by wisdom,

Calloused by experience and passing time.
All will come to pass, yet who knows the
Direction the wind will blow?

I for sure do not.

17.41
5/11/05