Healing a hurting humanity starts with a sacred pause, to listen, to learn, to understand, to accept, to forgive, to respect. That sacred pause transcends the fear-driven brutality of the primitive human survival instinct and makes way for a thoughtful, intentional, peaceful, humane response. Peaceful coexistence on this lovely planet is not impossible. It is imperative. Our future, our humanity, our very survival depends on it.

L.R. Knost


Scents of Creosote

I had been easily tempted to witness the burn out house.

To recollect those feelings.

To cherish my hatred.

To bemoan decades of fear and doubt.

I drove by the structure

times 1I drove by

And, drove by again.

My wanting for display began to wear thin.

Scents of creosote and thin dusky air does not change.

So, I went to raging waters to rearrange.

To evoke black soot tragedy from another’s time…could never be mine.

I had discovered the healing rains ever so kind.

Self Preservation

 I sit far away from the everything.

Recoiling from vacant complaints…

and, sentimental savior-faire.

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All to oneself, exploring only the depths of subjective’s preserving stealth.

Simply as I may seem to be.

I have yet to discover my own complexity.


Gasping for Tears


If she had cried…would it take away the ghastliness of great surprise?

Even as a witness…to her rain…

A gentle, caressing touch that penetrates the skin.

Humidity and its warming coat…left gingerly behind…

Among this…could I begin, again?

As a crow flies, tears fall from the skies.

Yet, never from a solemn women’s eyes.

Water pounds like a fist coursing itself from the heavens.

The road ahead, still parched and unforgiving.

As the crow flies, tears fall from the skies.

Yet, never from a solemn women’s eyes.

Natural Folly


  • Nature is beyond all teaching.

  • Nature has given us two ears, two eyes, and but one tongue; to that end, we should hear and see more than we speak.

  • Nature, time, and patience, are the three great healers.

  • Mother Nature dispenses with decorum.



Making night hideous…and, we the fools of nature.

So horridly to shake our disposition.

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

  • ##Shakespeare