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Silence speaks..
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Memoir
Shine on me
Photo by Jake Hills
The Quick and the Dead
A warrior spends their living being
attacked by the enemy
do not suppose their enemy possesses
for they belong to the King.
Fostering Love
Years ago we dreamt of a foster child
before our numbers grew
We believed a child
could grow in our home
yet affection would misconstrue
no desire to return the favours you give
no gratitude for the way we live
With this in mind I watered the soil
to love and care for you
Love from Frank
Where your heart lies
there your treasure lies too
Give that treasure to all around
without payment or compromise
silently waiting to share in another’s
heart.. listening for a beating or breath
only silence rings.
I run to double the beats in my ears
double the breath to push down my fears
that although surrounded I am alone
They form a ring around me
facing out, their backs do not reply
I fall to the ground, prostate
on the carpet that I laid, soft and new.
Sobbing echoes against these antique walls
as if occupied by many grieving widows
will my soul haunt here if I pour out my all?
I stare at the golden hue
bursting through the retro windows
let the golden rays kiss my face
and forever remember that He says to me
“I love you.”
I feel I have stepped back from a sharp precipice
as I gaze at the crisp perfect circumference
of the moon in full bloom
I casually stroll through the door
return the key to my sanctuary
‘It belongs to me, too’ I whisper.
The honey on my lips sublime
sears the sting of wind chapped sores
The only outward sign of pain
The rest I store inside, until next time.
Companions on the Journey
I don’t have the strength to carry
I’ll walk beside, stride and leap
I’ve been up this way before
and I know the path is steep
If the darkness overwhelms you
take comfort in One and all
who are ready here to steady you
and would hate to see you fall.
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The higher up the mountain, the more treacherous the path.
Verse picture source
Escape – by Passion through Poetry
If all the doors are closed And curtains drawn If there is no light And all is dark There must be A way out, Surely?
Source: Escape
Fortress
I have no words for how I feel
about you
but for the primitive sound
that leaves my lips
akin to the agony and beauty
of new birth
a life fearfully and wonderfully lived
Can penetrate the fragile fortress
which guards the hearts of those
not yet known to thee.




