CLOSED GATES

You say your gates are closed
You say the trespassers came
You say you suffered blows
You say its only a game

But the gate has a special key
Because the lock is forged in war
Very few can set you free
Past days gone where you would spar

Search the shadows in your heart
For therein you will find
That  from which you did depart
Deep folds over deep to bind

You say you've been brave
You say its all good and fine
What you don't say is in a cave
What you don't say is don't cross the line.

So Brave heart that you really are
Take up the journey across the land
Hidden but not so very far
Is the Key to your gate, in your hand. 

Cracks

rain running down into the cracks
seeping into untouched soil
seeds buried, drinking in the refreshing

dryness forgotten in the downpour
death does not hold forever
as long as Life looses the laden clouds

Rushing creeks swollen with ice
mountain melts coming fast
snow flowers peeking to see the sun

the earth is wet with hope
the season is turning to springs
the long awaited harvest buds appear.

Rain ponderings

So many memories cascading the morn
like waves of a distant ocean
raindrops  pelting the gutters above
bring home the love that made the Universe

Caught between past and days to come
wanting to be present as earth soaks the wet
listening to what His voice would tell
who needs to see behind the veil this day

Sentiments fall like worthless coins
losing their worth in my tired eyes
peeking into the life not seen
valuing Another heart beat reveald

A New Story

words come off the page of past
erased one at a time like
the fading of a sunsoaked chair
hard to remember when they came.

unseen the dicates of love appears
in words and thoughts of others
rewriting, the novel begins to change
the plot once planned now foiled

emerging future paper and pen
the new script begins to appear
like lemon on parchment held over the flame,
a story will end like all fairy tales should.

Its Time

bleeding it shrinks back,
fearing the hand that mends,
fighting the pain that heals.
slowly dark scabs of human making
close in to suffocate the cries of the deep.

muffled it wades through the mud of life
each step labored and unsure
until a dim sun seeps in
craving suddenly to come out

courage of a gladiator must be found
facing the ravaging terror of unknown
permitting a stronger hand to tear
at the paper stronghold

the appearance of self protection
falls like snow to the ground
ice melting off to expose tears of years gone by
it is time now.

time to weep and then the time will be gone
and wounds carried out to the ocean
wave upon wave cleaning the debris of wreckage
until new white sands of beaches
peace becomes the new landscape
it is time.