In an instant
It can be bad or worse
What we take for granted may be
That moment that hangs
with life or death
in the balance
Tag: Poetry
There is Always More
Hazel brown eyes glistening
With new
Fill me with hope,
Fill me with promise of another generation,
That is now absorbing all there is to know,
There is doubt,
But so much wonder in just these eyes,
There must be more,
I cannot think that my child alone holds such wonder,
There is hope,
And there is always more
Warmth of Sun
The sun spares some warmth
All ages become young kids
Time seems to stand still
Someone’s Hero
I do not see it,
Day to day,
The me that takes your breath
Away,
I need reminded now
And then,
That I am much greater
Than I imagine,
How far I have come,
How much I have done,
I must stop and really try
To recall,
But from the outside
From someone else’s view,
To appreciate
That I may be
Someone’s hero,
Just by being me,
Despite the odds,
By living,
By persevering
Discovering the “Doctrine of Discovery”
Once upon a time ago
A Pope sat upon his throne
And decreed all that all will condone,
Doctrine of Discovery,
–This land, this people, this wealth “we” now own,
For God has seen that only certain Christians may decide
who is wrong, and who is right,
And black and white,
And red and yellow,
And East and West,
And North and South,
Left and Right,
Carving up the world,
Like a pie,
Deciding who lives,
who dies,
To whom shackles are assigned,
As slaves to God’s domain,
And on and on it goes,
That was then, 15th century,
And still well meaning “explorers,”
And “freedom” fighters get to cut apart the globe,
Causing wounds so deep they never close,
And this is good,
And this is right,
For the Papal Bulls
and now our government tell me so
Let Down Your Guard
If only you could see,
What I have seen,
What others have seen,
To know you are not alone,
To know you have more than a reflection,
To take on this weight,
Ghosts you see are too much for one to wrestle,
Let down your guard,
You need not remain on the battlefield,
Let others carry a torch for you
To see,
The demons are incorporeal,
And you need not be locked in their domain,
Let down your guard,
Take off your stoicism,
Let your human nature be tended,
For the tender nature it is,
You are fragile,
not weak,
Your soul needs time and space to mend,
Give You that opportunity,
That you would give
To any other,
You are but a child
of the universe,
The universe wants to see you whole,
You are but stardust,
Handle your twinkling light,
Even when it flickers,
Delicately;
Let down your guard.
She of Letters 