Clouds Without Water

crying ‘peace, peace’
when there is no peace

seeking justice without mercy,
touting freedom without choice,
demanding change without forgiveness,
and claiming love without truth

clouds without water
race across the mortal landscape
in the slipstream of the profoundly wounded

the illusion of a righteous downpour
lacking all that sustains the heart and grows the soul

while in the shadows
death still lingers
for those who hunger and thirst

A Born Stoic

rarely do I fill my cup of sorrow
to overflowing with tears;
nor do I roar at the pain
of loss or the injustices
that litter my path

I was born to face the
darkness from the same
measured self with which
I engage the light -
knowing each is a part
of my journey

to passersby 
it seems indifferent;
to the soul I carry
it is acceptance 

acceptance that I will control 
that which I am able to;
and find strength and wisdom
in the experience of that which I cannot 

Impossible Dreamers

in the darkest of times
they can still see their Star

it has illuminated their
path from first breath

they are drawn inexplicably to
the battlefields of life;
held steadfast by unseen hands

they refuse to stay in the dirt
when life knocks them down

that which tries their faith
inevitably strengthens it

they will shield broken hearts
and hold dying hands -
drawing strength from what
the world calls loss or defeat

setbacks only motivate them

they are unwilling to bow to
the challenges before them

they will never accept the yoke
of terror or inferiority
the world would enslave them with

oh, how we need these
warriors of hope and love -
the impossible dreamers

for they are the ones who know
victory isn’t defined by
circumstance or outcome

victory is believing
you still can and must

victory is never giving up!

Witness

I watched
as it was led away
by what is

an outcast now -
a teacher lacking students
in a world knowing everything

it is said a prophet
is without honor
in their own home

the same could be
said of Time

I stand here
a witness
to the exile of
what was

knowing
it will never be again