hope

by

in answer to pat…

 

it’s a mere ember
beneath despair’s cold ashes
but freedom shall reign
bursting into red-hot flames
igniting liberty’s torch

 

by

the mirror doesn’t do you justice…

 

child
i ain’t nobody
that
you
haven’t been
what
you find
endearing
is
a mere
reflection
of who you are
or
the destination
you’re
about
to reach
if
you would
but
take
those first steps
for flight
you’d find
others
speaking
of
you
as
you
speak
of me

 

by

be not dismayed whate’er betide…

 

i had
to take
aunt bea
to her cousin’s house
to discuss
some family business
en route
i bent
her ear
about
my discouragement
with
what’s been happening
throughout
our nation
how
i was
starting
to feel
like
just withdrawing
from
all the battles
i
continued
in that vein
until
we had to cross over
an old rusty
and
wood-planked bridge
the kind
that
terrified me
as a child
aunt bea
giggled
as she watched
my face
guess i didn’t
hide my
terror
too well
aunt bea
said
i still recall
when
you and your cousin
would cross over
the river train trestle
to get
to that
good
fishing hole
near
your grandmother’s house
you
never admitted
to your cousin ronnie
that
you were
scared to death
not only
of
drowning
in the river below
but
of being crushed
by
a passing freight train
but
the fishing
was good
so
you
soldiered on
it was
without doubt
a classic
approach-avoidance situation
and
although
at this point
in our nation’s history
we’d love to
avoid the unpleasantries
but
we still must cross
the bridge
to
the future
where
the fishing
will be
good

 

by

drought…

when
the rains
do not come
why
should we
plow the fields
do we
out of habit
cultivate
the dying earth
as if
making promises
to
a lover
we will
not
meet again
why is it
that
we hold
this dry earth
in our hands
so long
earth
that shall
soon
hold
us
for
eternity