A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

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You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

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You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

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You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

The Struggle Within

Am I being foolish?
Have I been deceived?
Is there truth in what I believe?

The door remains open,
It is slightly ajar.
Is it possible my wisdom is marred?

Questions remain that
I don’t want to answer,
Actions chosen not to censor.

A struggle remains
Yet within myself,
And I leave it there, on the shelf.

Do I shut the door,
Lock it tight?
Walk away into the night?

Voices now speak
In both directions.
Soul is filled with deep reflection.

Your Spirit here
Within resides,
Your judgment final will preside.

Published in: on May 14, 2009 at 2:20 pm  Leave a Comment  
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