One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple.
Psalm 27:4 

Sleepytime

The moonlight drips through the leaves
lazily melted wax from a forgotten candle
The air is sharp and chilled like
blood and rust and foreign seas
The stars are so far far away in the transparent sky
that I don't have to remember them
The night is full
of shadows and darkness and silhouettes and
creaking, chirping, humming sounds
The eyes of a raccoon are two hovering lights
half-way up the swaying branch of a spidery tree
The lightening bugs are dancing silently
souls of nighttime wanderers lost in the dark
There are snakes and crawlies and creepers
there are moths and crickets and kittens
There are homeless and orphans
starving and lonely
Happy new husbands and babies crying
And there is me
Comfortable and sleepy, cleanish and dreamy
Thinking fondly
of one who takes away my
angry words
of one who makes my heart smile in its sleep.

The River

Softly runs the river
Slowly past the sunset sky
Silently carrying my dreams
Smoothly on by

Turning with the earth
Traveling away from me
Telling strangers my fate
Taking in lands I will never see

Softly runs the river
Slowly past the setting sun
Seeking truth and lies and danger
Until this life is done.

It Is the Sky

It is the sky
brilliant and far away
studded with frail clouds
and smokey airplane trails
weaving a quilt of traveling memories
purest blue
warmth and life and golden breaths
of sunshine

It is the sky that changes
to listless nighttime
stars and planets and winking lights
the crying moon the black trees stitched into shadows
there is a scream
somewhere in the darkness
the cool breezes peek by

It is the sky
streaked with angry blood and yellow sweat
when the sun goes down
like a birthing mother silently bearing
her child into the world

It is the sky that weeps
when the world is parched
cascading tears from stormy eyes
onto the land
the barren land

Butterfly Tree

Butterfly
with softest wing,
oh so fragile,
black velvet lace and drops of
crimson blood
gently wafting the summer air,
basking in the tranquil sunlight

Breezy trees
their silence killing every other sound
in this living wood,
this emerald forest of painted leaves and
rustling ferns
lie down
softly in the ghostly leaves,
buried in forgetful soil and curly green moss

Dear Oskar Schindler,

They say
if you save one life, you have saved the world.

There were trains filled to bursting
with tender souls all clamoring for air all screaming
for a space to breath
You were there to give them
water,
pouring it in living torrents onto their desperate faces.

There was a child one of millions
her dress was the color of blood she was innocent and
small in the crowds
You were there to mourn her
death
she was the world for someone, you know.

There was a woman broken beyond repair
she was held close by a monster a beast and there was
fear in her eyes
You were there to show her
love
deep within your eyes and in your kiss.

There was a factory stuffed with workers
old and young and helpless with armies and demons on the
way to kill them all
You were there to remember each and every
name
every Jew was on your list, even the children.
Why, then, do you weep
Sir,
huddled broken in the road?
Why do your strong, generous hands shake with
grief?
You did everything.

They say
if you save one life, you have saved the world.

Herr Direktor,

you have saved eleven hundred lives
you have saved eleven hundred worlds.

Brown Day

It's a brown day today.
Mahogany hair and chestnut skin
Cinnamon pants and burnt sienna shoes
Chocolate shirt covering bronze shoulders
Russet lashes holding on to gingersnap eyes
Mumbled words tinged with copper
A lonely cocoa soul silently being
Sepia sad in the corner
This brown day won't
Go away.

Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid... for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.
Deuteronomy 31:6