A Simple Question

Life comes at us from out of the darkness. 
And at times we can struggle to find the courage to face it.


But what I've recently discovered is that:

“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.”

~ Mary Anne Radmacher So if life comes racing at you tomorrow, What Will You Do?

Earth shattering silence

There were no words to be said,

none could be found within my vast vocabulary.

none that quite seemed to fit. 

And words have always held an immense power

as if all the questions in the world were no match for their dizzying intellect.

All questions but apparently one.

Words have always been able to point north, 

to give direction,

purpose.

But now I am lost 

where no utterance can find me.

somewhere beyond the wide circumference they encompass

just beyond their reach.

No words could be said

And the Earth shattering silence transcended all possibility of understanding.

Because, nothing could be said.

the Vast Sea, the Infinite Ocean

A seagull cries a warning

The tempest only moments from the bay

Yet the sky shows no sign of struggle

The blue gives nothing away

But the birds race to find refuge

From the random tyrant called the sea.

The waves grow,

The waters rise,

The tide consumes

The barren shore

Creating an infinite ocean

A sea vaster than imagination.

We have fled to join the fowls

Trenching to evade the tumult

Scouring for a shelter from the storm

But we are unable to climb the cliffs

And the path is secluded from sight

So we must construct a stronghold

And withstand the tsunami

Until eventually the weather withers away

And the heavens clear.

A seagull wails a victory call

As the sun is once more shining in the sky

And hope is once more found

In the gull’s final cry

The River

The river floes forever onward

                                                                       Regardless of the rocks and stones

                                                                                                      Found in its path

                                                                                                  Forever flowing

                                                                                                Ebbing on

                                                                Streaming through icy waters

                                                                         Foraging forward

                                            In spite of the many obstacles.

                                        Unaware of trials

                                            Unaware of fear

                                                     Knowing each bend before it comes

                                                     Knowing each bump along the way

                                                        And the river keeps flowing

                                                            As many try to cross

                                                                    They sweat,

Their efforts becoming s part of the river

Unifying.

                                                                          Forever flowing

                                                                               But the bridges they build

                                                                                   To reach the other side

            Crumble

And

            Fall.

                                                The ruins remaining.

                                                      And the river runs over it

                                                             Remembering the stones that once stood

                                                                    Fondling each pebble

And then continuing on its journey.

                                                                                     This river is infinite

                                                                         And eventually all come to swim

                                                               And join the opaque waters

                                                                  And are swept away

                                                                      By the constant current

That outlives eternity.

Always Spinning

Your

 Life is in the dance,

The constant, synchronized pirouettes

Portraying the misconception of perfection

The flawless blending of colours

Do you

Ever

Grow

Dizzy?

You always   

teeter                                                       

  and stumble

Leaving

Your

Humanity

Exposed.