Generosity

It’s through

generosity —

a relentless

and reckless

kindness —

that we become

something more;

never by money

or influence,

for

these things

are impotent

in matters

of character.

Easter

On a day

celebrating second life,

I am thankful

for the rebirth

in Christ,

that, against all odds,

my leaves again

turn green.

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XX

But, a house changes —

on the good days,

you notice

the sun streaming through the curtains.

And, on the bad,

you hear the darkened corners

calling to you.

Firestone Friday: Poem XIV

When you fall in love

with a monster,

you either become

a monster

or a monster-slayer;

what you cannot do

is remain who you were —

the former version

of yourself

was sacrified

the moment you let

a monster into your heart.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XIV

It strikes me that

we should never

be broken

or shaken

by disparaging

words;

either the accusations

are true,

and we, should, therefore,

cherish the enlightenment

and be motivated to effect

interior transformation,

or the accusations

are unfounded,

a symptom of the evil

that plagues the accuser.

When untruths are

leveled against us,

it is only the slanderer

who is made less,

deadened (somehow)

even further.

 

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem IX

I edit my work,

but not early

as often

as my work

edits me.