Reveries Of A Troubled Soul
Images In Words
An island of human ingredients and composition; a solitary lamb grazing on a plateau; a mother nursing a new born child.
Bars enclosing men somehow designed to help them grow
Mischievous squirrels scampering from tree to tree
A young man quietly refuses to kill men for the sake of ideas
Schools that bend, twist, push, stamp, and suffocate
An eagle soaring majestically in the sky
Child soldiers crying and striving to make amends
Walls of cynicism and fear to protect what might have been
An owl atop his temple surveying his treasures
An elderly woman bringing flowers to her husband’s grave
Legions to fight for country against God
The rays of sunlight reflected on a clear lake
A black child touches the skin of a white child, and with question resolved, smiles; the gesture is reciprocated
Modern scribes and pharisees heaping burdens upon those they should be serving
Young bear cubs searching haphazardly for honey
Having the fountain of youth within him, an old priest continues to reach out and heal
Citadels of justice with daily crucifixions
Crickets rhapsodically hailing another evening
A workman going to night school so as to be worthy of his children
Migrant families with stoic elegance creeping merely to a prideful poverty
Seagulls, breakers, starfish-a trinity of sorts
Joy, thrill, devastation, curtains in the sanctuary being torn asunder-a youth’s first realization of being loved by another
Choking cities and stagnant waters
Orchids and roses arousing even nature’s senses
An addict asks for help, the answer is uncertain
Every person in the world treated alike, all are strangers
The colors of the rainbow signaling fresh beginnings
After years of wandering, a man falls on his knees, and finally starts to listen
The state of the union is: fog, bluster, and thunderstorms, with little relief in sight
Where were You when we were getting nailed to all those crosses?
Give me your money, your power, your influence, and your sacred magic, but keep your charity
Come on, what do you really think of us?
What do we have left to trust you with?
Cities burning, once because of destructive self-hatred, now with a demand for change
More circles, we are tired of waiting
Souls once on ice, now roaring firebrands
But glimpses of hope, please suffer the little children to come, for His Spirit still blows amongst them
