Reflections on life

A tiny trickle when I needed a flood sometimes the heart refuses to allow emotions to pour forth a torrent

In the name of the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost weapons and troops were blessed and off they went to shoot and kill imagining that God smiled at their slaughter "God is with us",they said, on both sides, and God weighed the odds. The battle raged and holy guns fired holy bullets that made holy holes in men. the blood that ran was not righteous blood but that of sinners no redemption in their sacrifice the broken bodies and broken minds returned forgotten heroes to many. some thanked God for their deliverance, on both sides, God himself was neutral As knees touched stone prayers ascended like rockets a late comer banged the church door some men dived for cover.

In the woods birds singing praises from a cathedral of trees

a book of verse the wine glass ring on the cover evidence of contentment

first buds of Spring inching forth through frozen ground victory of life amidst my adversities you hold out to me hope

had we not met and our hearts had not entwined in what state of life would we  find ourselves desires fulfilled or destinies crushed

your smile I feel it in my heart growing bringing to life my inner man