The meeting

It stood on my path

Its maw opened wide

Showing sharp teeth

And I trembled inside

It stood on my path

Blocking my way

I stood still, like a rock

Willing my fear

To calm and to leave

It stood in my path

I, frozen in terror

No prayer could I utter

Back away, said a voice

Slow, slow, don’t you run

It’s protecting its young

And means you no harm

Then I seen the small muzzle

Poking out from beneath her

Comically, quizzically,

Trembling and scared

And I took a step back

My eyes never leaving the face

Of the mother, with hackles

All spiked in the air

One more, then another

My eyes locked with hers

Until, at last, she turned

Calling her cub to her

As she lumbered away

What fear did my presence unlock

For this great, furry creature

in its concern for its young

My heart ceased its racing

I breathed deeply and then

I turned on the path

And went home again

Dancing in my dreams

Moon beams dancing upon rooftops

How I wish I could join in

Weary legs, broken feet

Dance only in memories

Moon beams competing with the sun

No way to outshine that heated glory

And I, with worn body feel her pain.

She just doesn’t have it in her

To light the world that way

Moonbeams, does she not yet know

How she feeds our souls

And I, with my youth long spent,

Gaze up into the night skies

Wishing to touch the moon

For her glory, too, is faded

When compared with a sun so bright

So age to youth is seen

A pale shadow of what was once

And yet, and still, there’s a soul dance

Like moon beams on rooftops

And still alive am I

Dancing in my dreams

Trapped

Entrapped

By velvet words that purr and seduce

By seemingly earnest promises

And eyes that plead as they gaze into mine

“Little boy lost” is here yet again

Tweaking the heartstrings

Until they bleed in red and vibrant rivulets

Like spider’s silk that entomb

Wrapped tightly in their filaments

Hapless victim or helpless fool?

Who has the answers?

When “love” visits me?

The Gifts of Silence

Sweet silence, come

Come fill me with your peace and calm

In a world of noise and confusion

I choose silence

The quiet beckons me

And I come

To be cradled

Comforted

Consoled

In a world gone mad with greed

In a world so indifferent

To the weak and marginalized

Silence comes

To restore

Rejuvenate

And rebuild

Souls that thirst

For justice and equality

Come, please, come

Fill up our senses with the wisdom of quiet moments

Spent in prayer

And silence

Word Weaver

Andromeda with thanks to Pixabay

Beautiful weaver of words

Spin your fine tales once again

Bring us hope and light

In these dark days of sorrow

Of confusion and warfare

Word weaver

Intricate poet

Eloquent author

We need you now

Speak your words of hope into our hearts

Fan the dying spark

Let it leap into raging fire

To consume us now

With your passion

And loving heart

With your insight

And understanding

You know our hearts

And the secrets we keep within our beings

Blow up our wisps of desire

For a better world

For nations on their knees in worship

Yet do not know you

Word weaver

Knit us together once again

Heal our hurts

And help us know you once again

Word weaver

Princely peace

That you alone hold

Let us in on the secret

Of harmony

Of wholeness

Of you

Flower-child

Flower child, do you remember?

It was a season of revolution

Of rebellion

Of love and peace

Of fighting for the less fortunate

For fairer deals,

Locally and around the globe

Of sit-ins and marijuana

Of the generation gap

Or so they called it

What did you want, flower child?

Did you hope to change the world

And did you change it?

Aw, flower child

You live on

You have grandchildren now

And, perhaps, great grandchildren

Do you remember

How you tested the waters?

How you marched against war

And persecution?

Against segregation, and bigotry?

Did the world listen? Did it?

And does it even matter?

As long as the change you sought

Was realized

Deep within you

Aw, flower child

Bloom on

Dandelion Dreams

Photo by Herbert Goetsch on Unsplash

If I were a dandelion seed

And could float upon the winds

Where would the breezes take me?

What wonders would I see?

If I were a dandelion seed

Clinging to the fur of a four-legged being,

Would I feel secure as I were carried forth?

Or awash in fear and dread?

If I were a dandelion seed

And could plant myself wherever

In smallest depths of earth’s rich soil

In familiar or strange terrain

I wonder what I’d choose

If I were a dandelion seed

Of little weight or matter

I’d let the breeze carry me

And worry not and no decision make

For mother nature created me

And I’d trust in her embrace

So vulnerable

Weekend writing prompt #103: Vulnerable

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/04/27/weekend-writing-prompt-103-vulnerable/

Please, take extra special care

She is weak here in her lair

Pain-soaked and bloody

Exposed; at your mercy

So vulnerable

Soon

In the concrete jungle

Where sky scrapers block the sun

Where blue skies are but patches

In a world of grey stone

My soul thirsts and hungers

For green trees and birdsong

For running waters

That flow over rocks and stones

Here in this city

I feel small and alone

Memory brings me back

To oceans deep and wild

To the towering mountains

And emerald valleys lush and kind

Soon, I whisper

Soon I will be there

Where rivers rush to meet their mother

And waves crash on the shore

Soon, I promise myself

Envisioning sand between my toes

Where no cement unbending

Cause my soles to hurt

My soul too, hurts

But soon this will be

Just another memory

Of my travels through this life

Soon

Let hope rise

Living in limbo

The answers yet to come

Anxiety holds sway

But for this moment only

For this I know:

Doubt may well be

Part and parcel of our humanity

Yet, hope will rise, again and again

A divine gift that buoys us up

In every storm

Weary soul, do not give up

Not yet, not now, not ever

Hope will sustain us

Let it rise

Let it fill every cell of your being

And let your worries fall away