Be -The Complement.

May 15, 2012

Wonder now: at the wonder we’ve lost;
How silence its self makes a necessary sound;
How Sicily’s summers never shine on Siberia;
Though the seasons turn, and turn around.

In the midst of a heady,
Melancholy discontent,

Consider this: His perfect plan,
And strive to

be-

The complement.

There’s a duty in destiny.
The part we play when we can’t see.
Character, integrity.
Obedience.
Yes!
“Follow Me.”

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reflected…

January 24, 2011

 

Sparkling, muddy water
-a puddle in the street,
the sound of sandy pavement
grinding under feet

as, slowly,
a speechless
way is made.
Sunlight blinds
downcast eye,

reflected in ripples
of has-been snow.
A single sound, now,
wind by heart, reflected
-a solitary
sigh.