Booking Forgiveness

If this, single entity, called forgiveness…

were a book.tc cannon 4

It would be open…

amassed with complex, simple and congeal words.

Each letter…sharp as, the finest blade.

Still…the voyage of…forgetting…would not be saved.

I could, we could, the winds could…embody the same chapter…

The same verse…over and over.

Understanding would stand alone…misspelled.

Ill behaved.

Oh, how I have hoped…to pen the story of a world…

‘giving back all that it took.’

Chapters filled with mended hearts.

A romantic plot where love builds a home.

And, pain is driven be car…

far, far, away.imageedit_103_6772513128

But vision is lost…current day…in the burning building of thought.

Leaving a closed book…

With hope being accosted.

A victim of high cost.

 

Her Stigma, My Love

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Slight as it is, it is that breathable moment.

A blemish that is to be…

my lover’s crisis…

And, only my reverence by circumstance.

Anything I had to offer?

All makeshift and half understood.

A pocket of indulged loose change.

Yet, I hold no true understanding

I could never enter the game.

My lover’s deep compassionate brown eyes uncovering…nonnegotiable enemies.

Sporadic voices with meaningful names, ted, tuesday…holiday x.

Agile as a bad memory…running into view.

In a breathable moment

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Minister’s Daughter

Rare…

But there is possibility in limited reflection.

Burdens on the verge of fevered detention.

Shallow screams.

And,

spirits going bump in the night.

Occasional,  end trails in sight.

 

Beautiful impostors flare up.

Along the line of pretense.

And,

open a mythical gate.

 

Yet,

well wishing has been down this road more than once.

Walking in ill-fitting glass slippers.

Stepping into the abyss for a promise of more.

A minister’s daughter…

Who cannot find an open door.

 

Lost Your Way?

Have you ever lost your way?
Have mercy thinkin’ ’bout yesterday?
I was barefoot in the creek.
Singin’ songs that came out of the street.  And my heart was free as a breeze.

Long before it was broken…Long before harsh words were spoken…
There was nothing to rise above.

Have you ever gone astray?
Rode weary all out of faith?
Have you ever lost your way?

Go where the love is.  And, you won’t be lost again.

##Edie Brickell

 

Something to Throw in the Snow

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So,

I have lost it.  I placed it on the ground.

My burden…

For all the world to see.

Had I.

long ago,

seen that black cat in my path.imageedit_46_8448002766

I would have taken a different pass.

That is of no consequence now.  As I place faith down…

And,

await the last laugh.

After all,

only the devoutly, pampered,

knead peace and harmony.

All the same,

these were not gentle persuaders that brought me to my knees.

It is my own ruthless mind…

That is the cruelest to be kind.

My restless spirit has visited here before.

Belligerent, naked, on the soiled floor.

Knelt in prayer.

Denim,

encrusted with yesterday’s snow.

Freckled cheeks,

turned from the winds that come and go.

I have hastened and wrest…

time and time again,

with self-pity.

Cast many a tired, leery, shadow to the snow.

Yet, as always,

a mindful hiker.

A trail left behind.

For when acceptance comes to mind.