Friday, March 25, 2016

Perhaps a Love Unimaginable
By Stormcat

All the greats must have known it
                                                not a secret
                                                but a principle of living well
                                                                                                rarely realized

My heart has been up for so long
            in the air
            that I am reticent to recognize
                                                            honest emotion

If it falls it will shatter again perhaps
                                                into the thousand
                                                pieces that caused so much angst

How many times can God heal a heart?
                                                sounds like
            a declaration lacking faith in God’s
                                                            promised abundance

But even every feather on the sparrow is known
                                                and I as his child
                                                bears the torture of that education
                                                                                                much to his chagrin

Is it in forced humility that I seek his safe harbor?
                                                or in the stream
                                                of finally realized glorious joy attainable
                                                                                                heading his affect?

There is no justification in the least deviation
                                                known, bestowed,
                                                gifted, from a place sacred and rejected.
                                                                                                Pearls before swine?

So to what of God, my father’s, life shall I aspire?
                                                something ordinary?
                                                I think not! Yet I know not! Yet it must be . . .
                                                                                                remarkably unique!

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Monday, March 21, 2016

By Stormcat

empty house

empty office

empty room

empty warehouse

blank page

birth or death

beginning or end

failure or opportunity

damn the concept destiny, nothing’s ever set, everything’s possible . . . 

Sunday, March 20, 2016

First Sight
by Stormcat

Love floats among the stars
like dust kicked up by the herd
drawn into the cyclones of all those
day dreams, ethereal, even tragic, to
disappear into the heaven, escape
the grasp of life’s gravity
coalesce as a word
wish for a kiss

no return thereafter

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