After seeing a lovely picture of a friend.

Eyes, intense and clear.
Drawing Me deeper.
Face, questioning.
Eyes, drawing me again.
Lips set.
What had they said?
Hands framing
fists clenched.
Why? But the eyes.
Clear, intense, yes the eyes.

Shepherd?

The Lord is no shepherd, he ignores my needs.
He maketh me to lie down in foul waters:
He provides no still waters.
He plagues my soul:
He commands I be righteous for His name' sake.

Yea, though I walk thru the valley of shadow and death,
I fear for he is not with me.
He leaves me and prepares a table for my enemies.
He annoints my head with my own blood; my cup is empty.

Surely travail shall follow me all the days of my life
for you shut the door of your house against me.

Healing the hurt

Whimpering
Dreams bringing pain
Holding
Strong hands protecting
Tears
Wetting a shoulder
Fears
Slowly dissipating
Father
Just a name
Papa
Protecting always

A tear slowly trails down his cheek
How can a father have caused so much hurt?
He holds her until the sobs cease
Lays her head back on her pillow
Kisses her cheek
Whispers sweet dreams
And silently fades into the night

From hate to love.

Hate!
Negativity!

She put them down?
Could the words destroy a life?
Can new words lift us up?

Positivity!
Love!

A Smile

Music playing on the internet.
Joy in listening to something truly moving.
Melody touching the heart.
Words unknown. Not English.
But meaningful.
Words being music along with the chords.
Smiling.
Listening. Feeling. Believing.

Is God us?
Do we have the ability to transcend the banal?
Watching a child and contemplating.
Smiling.

A word stands out. "Von."
Not English but meaning hope.
Icelandic. The Sagas.
Soul touching. Soul Searching.
Perhaps there is hope.
Smiling.

The touch of a hand.
A word of comfort.
Feeding the hungry.
Leaving religion behind and being a true humanist.
A smile can change the world.

Waste of life

A kid was killed for a laptop at ASU. Shot. I wrote a poem about it.

gunshot
blood and pavement
life is worth what?

tears
dirt on a grave
hating to say goodbye

Memories
lost in time
What a tragic waste

A Poem

Yahweh looks on in disdain
El Shaddai will not accept

The mountain peak is my temple
The forest glade my cathedral

Ashera looks on and smiles
My Elat will never reject

My home is my sacred place
She dwells there

The Almighty turns his back
God has total antipathy