The path

I wept last night

I was in pain...

Face down 

I prayed 

To Him

Just tell me 

What to do-

Though I was scared

I had faith

He's got my back

I thought and then

I took my first step

And just like that 

My path appeared 

Such are His ways...

War Machine

In a time of deep sorrow and loss

In a world gone mad

From a place of rage

Avenging heralds land

And lay to waste 

Several sons of man

I read

I see 

I watch

And silently behold

The carnage

The blood

And gore 

Not much difference do I see now

In what I once called 

Friend and foe

Each blind in the face of righteous might

Calls the other dog and snake and filth

And screams for blood and death

My heart is heavy

As I note

They act and talk and look the same

Dehumanize the other

My heart is heavy

My soul weary

And yet I can't be silent

And so I'll scream it with every last breath

IF WE ALL DEHUMANIZE

THERE WONT BE ANY HUMANS LEFT!

Yes the victim was a human

And the killer human too!

Yes the victim had a mother

And the murderer too...

There always is a ripple effect 

For both victim 

And perpetrator

Kill one

And humanity dies

Kill yet another and humanity dies

Killing can't bring them back!

Killing leads to only more killing

WHERE is the sense in that?

I was already grieving 

When the children died

And I'm sorry to offend 

But I really can not celebrate 

When their killer is dead

For...

I see no celebration 

In ANY kind of life unnaturally taken

Since I cannot dole out life

I dare not dole out death!

Some jobs are mine 

On this earth

But life and death...

I cannot pretend to interpret 

Were mine to give and take

I am not

And never will be

A part of this war machine

The last lullaby

In the darkest of hours

While mothers wept 

And mourned 

In a world 

Where they buried their babes

That fateful day-

Who shall speak?

And break the silence...

I heard the clamor 

In the town square

As they screamed for more death

To avenge those

Already dead...

And I wonder

How much blood to quench the thirst?

How much hate?

And how much more?

I lost count

Can't even keep score

You kill mine

I kill yours

Who then shall remain

To sing the lullaby

Who then shall remain

To hear the refrain

When all are quenched 

None remain

Alas

'Tis the last...

The last lullaby

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All my beautiful children...

They brushed their teeth and got dressed

Bags packed and homework done

Bright eyes

And glorious smiles 

With feet that smelled like angels 

All my beautiful children...

Dreaming of great things to learn

Wishing upon a star

Sweet hearts

And soft hands

With voices like the sound of God's grace

All my beautiful children...

Swift the darkness did descend

Rattle of gunfire, smell of blood and then

Silence

And disarray

Like shattered pearls they lay

All my beautiful children...

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December 16, 2014

(The black shoe is Bug's, when she was one.) (The bloody shoe belonged to another little bug and she could have been mine too.)

My heart is broken-

Three drinks...

Over the first drink I shared

Authentically

No holds barred

The words spilled out

And I felt 

Connected

As did he

Over the second drink

In the mellow candlelight

We laughed

As the warm glow of the fire

Behind us sparked

Like the attraction

Between us

He bared his soul

And felt his burden

Lighten

Over the third drink

The tension built

And screamed for release 

On the way home

I stole a kiss

Outside

And another

Inside

And so we parted

Unfulfilled

And yet fulfilled

With a lingering promise

In the air

Him...

I call him

The Big Guy in the sky

And he is good to me

So VERY good to me

...

When I realize

How gently 

He carries me through the storms 

Tears stream down my face

...

For everything in life

There is a time

And a place

And so He holds me close

...

He is-

He is my God

And I have no words

Just tears and gratitude

...

For He is good

So VERY good to me

And I am blessed

Beyond belief