Winter's tunnel

Birds perch upon the highest bough

not scared to slip and fall

in this life stripped bare and devoid

of the meaningful.

How firm their faith in love

that through grace allows true flight

to acquire and imbibe

lasting sustenance.

And through winter’s tunnel they’ll arrive

into the glorious

and their song though never silenced

will more strident pierce denial.

But, but, but, and, oh, another but

there are lands where birds don’t go

and mankind that will not grasp

how faith always provides.

It’s not to say that idle hands

must rest content in uselessness

because always in the physical

we’re called to honour life.

Yet and yet, and, oh, another yet

how to honour the stripped bare

and effortlessly glide through

winter’s deadly tunnel?

Through faith, of course, simple faith

so easy but made difficult

to acquire and imbibe

until summer comes again!

Warm winter days

And the sun shines brilliantly!

oh, winter, warm winter days

so gentle and kind its sweet caress

that love retreats into heart

and cuddles in deep so to last

through forthcoming heat and dismay.

There will be the heat of a summer’s ire

and the dismay of a lover dismissed

to burn love’s fortified nest

because nothing can ever withstand

the fire of this reality.

So burns the nest agonizingly

and inside heart screams silently

but love, yes, love, always escapes 

into the shade of the meaningful

to mend and recuperate.

And when love steps out, again, again,

will it find any remnant left

of that heart and fortified nest

that burnt so agonizingly

and silently?

Yes, because always the meaningful

survives each and every fire

to say, again, again, again,

I do love you!

The sea's return

It’s not to say that the story won’t unfold

according to the dictates of everybody’s soul

and so with heart longing the sea returns

to nudge and goad an awakening

of the so intractable shore.

How patient the sea with her come and go

ever waiting and listening intently

for her name to be called three times

but silence greets her every move.

There will come a time of total withdrawal

but she can’t hold back for ever

and all of the love and agony

will crash back onto the shore.

“Run!” she whispers, shouts, and roars

but the shore in ignorance unmindful

of the consequences

merely looks the other way .

But don’t look at man and his abode

for according to soul dictates

not ever can any transitory “thing”

offer a safe refuge.

Beware, oh, beware, sea’s return

after her total withdrawal

but she offers, of course, a time of grace

for the shore to remain as before.

Time is uncertain and nobody knows

when chaos will reign from peace!

Today as yesterday

And when from the depths there rises up

a shiver of fear and more than one tear

they remain for a moment simply a sign

of out of sight agony.

It’s an agony that rips apart

the security of heart

when worshipped is the creation

and not the sure creator.

And though knowing there is more

behind the eyes, the flesh,

I yet love the walking talking “you”

today as yesterday.

But hidden in the silence

is love that bears the agony

of life that cuts and slashes heart

with an evil unsurpassed.

And so of evil what to say

when heart in pieces can’t arise

and fight the fight on level ground

where everybody lives?

Love merely shivers, cries, and lies

a broken entity

behind the eyes, the flesh,

that loves today as yesterday!