Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Sounds of the stage
from the speakers scream
for any and all people
who would cry out for a Queen.
The beauty is for many
but the burden is for few –
punishment for love
even after law withdrew.
The world knows my name
but the I is reserved,
disrobed only for those
my hearts bleats deserved.
Prison of the body,
unseen and unweary,
unknown even by the hatters
mad with Mercury.
We empty each other
and then wonder
what happened
to generosity
I’m a collection
of narratives
given and forced,
left to sort out
what stories
are mine
(if any)
It’s not the dark
I’m afraid of;
It’s that my mind
Won’t leave it in
The corners
Or under the bed
Where it belongs
People in outrage
Over gas prices
Like our society
Doesn’t run on shame
Anyway
I’m haunted
by a thing invited
and a thing that invades.
I permit it
to a room’s space
and at every corner
I find it behind my face
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 