A Mother There

  1. The cool, gentle breeze, my tousling your hair.
  2. The silence of night, my calming your cares.
  3. The bubbling of brooks, my chuckling laugh.
  4. The falling of rain, my giving you bath.
  5. The crashing of surf, my humming to rest.
  6. The soft fallen snow, my dear heart expressed.
  7. The mountains so grand, my strength in defense.
  8. The rainbow so clear, my diverse love blend.
  9. The colours of dawn, my courage so brave.
  10. The swaying of boughs, my comforting wave.
  11. The thunder so strong, my clap in delight.
  12. The stars of black sky, my protective might.
  13. The warmth of the sun, my kiss on your brow.
  14. The sound of the leaves, my whispered sure vow:
  15. That though you forget, my child so dear,
  16. All these remind you that mother is here.

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Golden Falls

  1. The bellowed roar of golden falls has since become a drop
  2. That echoes through the empty cave that once filled to the top,
  3. Then rainbows pierced the cavern walls and drained the lake near dry.
  4. And now the houred drip can’t fill the empty storeys high.
  5. But through the holes left in the wall, a butterfly did come,
  6. And then a crow, and then a bee, and then a growing hum.
  7. Just seconds pass until the cave is filled with vibrant life.
  8. Now flocks of butterflies fill up the space where water rifed,
  9. And hymns of countless flying crows are roaring through the cave,
  10. While swarms of sweetly smelling bees soar black and yellow waves.
  11. The sun sends rays of pink and red and fiery orange, too,
  12. Straight through the holy apertures where wing and talon flew.
  13. The soul ablaze with sounds and sights of nature unrestrained,
  14. Baptized with light from sun and moon and twinkling stars unchained.
  15. Where once the golden lake had stood, the dusty words had fed,
  16. Is filling up with welcomed sounds of shining life instead.

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Swapping Chains

  1. Break your iron shackles; replace with broken keys.
  2. Have a taste of freedom, but never really free.
  3. Bathed with flaming water didn’t bleach your skin.
  4. Cursed with myth and scripture, philosophies of men.
  5. Take your dimes and dollars to build the halls so grand
  6. ’Cross the traded ocean, but never in your land.
  7. No ticket for the mountain, no fig leaves for your waist,
  8. No oil for your forehead, no tokened hands embraced,
  9. No families forever, no broken bread or wine,
  10. No pastor, priest, or elder, and no empowered climb,
  11. No tongues or hands of healing, no prophecy or dreams,
  12. No chance for highest glory until the white man deems.

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The Beast

  1. Corralled inside a pen, all lured by change and hope.
  2. Shuffled through gate and chute, each coaxed by rod and rope.
  3. Scanned for tattoo and tag, then pushed inside the booth.
  4. And once the curtains part, each learns the grisly truth.
  5. Before their very eyes, they see the ugly beast,
  6. Two heads upon its back, four eyes desiring feast.
  7. One head is bloody red, the other deathly blue
  8. Both growl, and drool, and snarl, and lick, and sniff, and chew.
  9. They step onto the box, and stand so deathly still.
  10. The beast extends its arms, its mouths await their swill.
  11. Its hands latch onto teats, the left and, too, the right.
  12. And milked them dry of X, their stomach knotted tight.
  13. The beast took in its hands the cup of dreams once sown.
  14. Drank all without a care, and climbed onto its throne.

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The Painter

  1. Tonight, the sun did paint the sky the colour of cotton candy.
  2. With wisps of pink and tufts of blue, mouth wat’ring where I was standing.
  3. The smells from fairs waft through my nose; my lips are kissed with sweetness.
  4. The quiet hues enwrap my soul with penetrating deepness.
  5. The dawn today encased my town with fire breathing orange.
  6. The embers shining from the sky transform to something foreign.
  7. I cannot force my gaze away from trees, and grass, and flowers.
  8. My mind, my soul, my waking spirit bask in the warming shower.

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Mountain Climber

  1. All dressed in white, I travelled up the bumpy mountain trail.
  2. A decade long, the trek was slow, but cliff and face I scaled.
  3. For much of it, I climbed alone, ’cross countless pointed crags.
  4. I’d climb each one, a rod in hand, to plant the climber’s flag.
  5. Each step passed by, and soon I’d feel the summit growing near;
  6. I’d reach the top, gasp in delight; another would appear.
  7. And so it went, year after year, I climbed alone each peak,
  8. Assuming I had reached the top, worn hands and legs so weak.
  9. And then one stretch, no longer was I hiking all alone.
  10. Another hiker walked with me, attempting mountain cone.
  11. We shot some arrows with our bows, at rainbows made of grey.
  12. Then three years gone, we suddenly had gone our separate ways.
  13. It was not long ’til my path merged with hiker number two.
  14. Who likewise still no summit seen but loved breathtaking views.
  15. And for another year or so, no mount had felt our feet.
  16. Just petting lily-eating roes and tasting tulips sweet.
  17. But then they left for emeralds, and I alone once more.
  18. With rod in hand ascended I more peaks, each snowy hoar.
  19. But then, O then, hiker three had just come into my sight,
  20. So hand in hand, with lock-ed step, we jointly made the hike.
  21. It was quick, but on the way, we took the time to snack.
  22. Pomegranates, figs of green, and apples in our packs.
  23. And as we neared the summit firm, we hurried up our pace,
  24. Focused on eternity, we climbed with quickened grace.
  25. And then we reached the point so high, floating o’er the bluff.
  26. Misty warm, entwined with gold, amid soft sighs and puffs.

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Four births

  1. A mother strong had birthed that day the sun, the moon, and stars.
  2. She placed each one upon the sky—the night and day apart.
  3. The waters from within her womb now baptized all the earth
  4. With rivers, oceans, lakes, and streams, all products of that birth.
  5. Another day, the mother bore all seeds of every kind,
  6. Then planted them in soil enriched by water, blood entwined.
  7. Each seed grew up so mighty, strong, warmed by the sun above,
  8. And flowered, fruited, bounty grew, nourished by Mother’s love.
  9. On the third day, from Mother dear, came fin, and wing, and paw.
  10. “It is good,” our mother said, as she looked out and saw
  11. The measure of creation made, each type and, too, each kind.
  12. “But even ’mong my children here, there’re some I do not find.”
  13. So on day four, she birthed once more, and out came those like her:
  14. Her beauty, strength, persistence, brains, and meekness, courage sure.
  15. Her creation now complete, she drew her children near:
  16. The beasts, the fowl, the fish, the plants, the humans—her whole sphere.
  17. She counselled them, “You all are one, through birth, and life, and death.
  18. You take, you give, you show respect, in appetite and breath.”
  19. And then she spoke specifically to those who she’d birthed last.
  20. “Because you look and act like me, the torch to you I pass.
  21. To you the role of gardener, to nurture and to grow,
  22. To you the role of shepherd, too, each beast and bird to know.
  23. To you the keeper of the sea, to keep it full of life.
  24. To you protector of the sky, the source of breath and light.”
  25. Concluding now her court divine, she shared a sacred truth,
  26. “Your death is not the end for you; for yours’ a godly youth.
  27. Just as I planted seed on earth, I planted seed in you,
  28. A seed that grows with trial and curse, and wisdom, pow’r its fruit.
  29. The roots that grow within your heart will reach up toward me.
  30. The branches stretching out in faith, embrace eternity.
  31. Divinity is in your past, your future it entwines,
  32. For you, my children, each of you, is naturally divine.”

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Choosing

  1. The blood of God I seal inside a box with lock and key.
  2. Too, in that box, a bite of flesh I’m hoarding just for me.
  3. I treasure them with heart and mind, more than my flesh and blood.
  4. And when I choose between the two, I choose with echoed thud.
  5. I’ve bathed myself and purged my soul with treasures set ablaze:
  6. A cross, a clasp, a point, a drop, with power did amaze.
  7. The flames had turned my family bond to charcoal and to ash.
  8. The water drowned my seed and theirs; they vanished with my splash.
  9. My golden trump, with boldened blast, the rainbow did erase.
  10. My em’rald shield, with swipes and blows, pink, purple, blue defaced.
  11. My coat of skins, with heightened strength, had smothered black and white.
  12. And while they gasp, I scream, “Me! Me! Oh, hey, all look at I!”

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Down the Hatch

  1. Doubt your doubts, and dull your pain; another shot of prayer.
  2. Fear your fears, and drown your ache; a pint of scripture share.
  3. Strain your strain, and slosh your sting; a flask of fasting true.
  4. Hurt your hurt, and quaff your grief; a swig of signs renewed.

Sidelines

  1. Show up to the protest, but put away your sign.
  2. Shuffle to the shadows, perhaps another time.
  3. Mouth closed with a zipper, your hands behind your back.
  4. Step in line with others, responding to the crack.
  5. Spirit—eager, willing—is anchored to the floor.
  6. Heart so filled with justice is tucked into a drawer.
  7. Marching to the music, in place, but knees up high.
  8. Stuck in your small prison; your children walk on by.