Monthly Archives: September 2014

I Am

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I am the bridge of silent night
That glistens in the dawn
The span of time and fierce starlight
That beckons ever on.
I am the rush of wind and rain
The gathering of the storm
That washes all the world of pain
Stands defiant in the face of harm.
I am the wail of lasting grief
That trembles in the air.
I am the subtle shifting thief
Watch out for me, beware.
I am the new born song of life
That turns the night to day.
I am the ceaseless chords of strife
The clash within the fray.
I am the light within the gloom
That leads around the bend.
I am the gentle arms of home
That wait at journey’s end.
I am the silence of the grave
The ceasing of life’s woe,
The shelter that all living crave,
The wisdom that the simple know.
I am the dance that greets the spring,
The jigs and reels that spin,
New life and hope the crocus brings
Where mysteries begin.
I am Woman, Hera, Gaia, Hel
Bastet, Diana, Eve,
Of me, the women’s stories tell
For those who dare believe.

[photo credit: cokacoka. Used under license, Depositphotos.]

Their Bones

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We gazed upon their bones that day
The steel and hammered bones
Laid bare before our eyes
As never should have been
Bones should their secrets keep,
Beneath their modest skins.
Wrought skeletons should not twist,
And creak, and die.
Hear steel, whispering, lament,
“I failed, failed all those in my care.
I could not stand and give them shelter here.
Dying, I stole their precious lives.
I failed, I fell, craven,
Made of my own once proud place,
A killing field.
I reach with all my feeble strength
Steel fingers to the sky,
A plea to bring hate down.
Innocence lies dead and rouses sleeping giant’s breast,
But you who remain, guard your hearts
From the spawn of hate here sown.
This killing field is death enough.
Hate them not, for that is where their triumph lies.
The innocent live among them too.
Take no joy in blood and death
Be not the mirror of hate-dark souls,
For so hate is proven right,
Reason given to its lies.
You did not hate before today;
You’d made no war on god or creed;
Nor should you now make war for vengeance’s sake,
Or all who die on hate’s killing field
Will bloody lie forever more.
If solace for their souls you seek,
Then, guard your hearts from hate!”

[originally published on September 11, 2013. Revised version.]

A Place For Everything

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A place for everything they say
And that may well be so
Yet in the map that shows that place
There’s this one thing I know:
There should never ever be
A spider in the tub.

A mouse may have its little hole,
I see them come and go
With bits and bobs and lengths of string
But this one thing I know:
There should never ever be
A spider in the tub.

An ant should have its sprawling hill
And scurry to and fro
A-storing all the seeds of weeds
But this one thing I know:
There should never ever be
A spider in the tub.

A fox will dig a deep down den
A shelter from the snow
And there its kits raise up in spring
But this one thing I know:
There should never ever be
A spider in the tub.

A horse should have its stall at night
To rest up after shows
With hay and grain and straw to muck
But this one thing I know:
There should never ever be
A spider in the tub.

A bird does build a woven nest
Arranging it just so
Of twigs and string and cotton yarn
But this one thing I know:
There should never ever be
A spider in the tub.

And mankind builds a hut or house
For all his stuff to stow
A palace, mansion or tipi
But this one thing I know:
There should never ever be
A spider in the tub.