River

The river flows dark and cold

memories dance

down this viscous highway

sparkling eyes of a young girl

dreaming of her lover

across on the other shore

a lone bell rings

echoing across the valley

reminding her of loss

the river flows deep and muddy

where bones lie quiet

and catfish roam

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Safety

Her body is my field

where I can land my heart

snug into the hanger

where I am kept warm

safe from the storms

that thrash upon us

seeking to break our will

Early Morning

There are a thousand stories to be told before they are lost in the wind. Each story contains a glimmer of the true self, the one hidden by the scars accrued over a lifetime. The bitterness that comes from a lost love, lost dreams, lost desire, the losses we wear to cover our hearts true nature. In the early hours, before the sun has risen and the world is quiet, if we take a moment to sit in silence we may hear that small voice calling us to strip away those layers, to lay naked once again before God.