Who Comes Here?

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Who knocks at my door, felt a presence divine, in the midst of the night, awoke by a sign, as fear settles in, I’ve been here before, curiosity met, who awaits I’m unsure,

The glow from outside as I move toward decision, awake or asleep what awaits my fruition,

Inclined to invite, the path is now open,
mind wanders silent, mistaken as focus,  thoughts toward promise, struggled through strife, paid forward dues, what could only be right,

Much to my wonder, behold it is I, the one you hold dearly, the one you prescribe, dealt toward a knee, gasping last breath, pride at my door, when nothing is left,

I wished for the world, only I could deserve, in vain I left conscience, gold as my word, who knocks at my door, this shadow of me, the truth left unknown, awake from my dream

Feast Of November

New world we set course, lost in the moment, to fail is no option, for all is deemed hopeless –

Tossed by the waves,
Sickness surround me,
Our journey months waiting,
With will now resounding,

Left persecution,
In search of new home
Must learn to survive,
As we await the unknown,

The ones left behind,
What will become,
The land now before us,
Untamed and left young,

Eyes now alert,
As we reach upon shore,
To think I’m of few,
First to explore,

Time passes quickly,
Winter has fallen,
Many have passed,
Disease and exhaustion,

Food is now scarce,
Why have we come,
This land is foresaken,
Death won’t be long,

A miracle needed,
Time is of essence,
Suffering rampant,
Children to heaven,

Oh lord now be with me,
Hope it seems lost,
A native has come,
Surely war wont be long…..

Mother I write you,
Our voyage was made,
When all was begotten,
Our family was saved,

Indigenous people,
Showed us to farm,
A harsh land was woken,
A feast was then born,

Im thankful today,
As some have survived,
So giving they were,
With tears to our eyes

We feast now on roots,
Hunt and grow strong,
Thanksgiving was born,
By the hands of them all,

Flame in Time

Fire rage throughout the night,
Embers burn, one with light,

Alone to self, I reminisce,
White cloud of ash, a gentle mist,

My mind is clear, no sound is heard,
Restless still, the hours turn,

Emotions felt, at every crackle,
I feel myself, within it’s mantle,

The warming fire, chill of breeze,
Shivers sent, calming needs,

I feed the flame, to my delight,
The coals so hot, they reignite,

I can not help, to see my youth,
The kindling first, made from you,

As you consume, all that’s found,
The troubled years, in me renowned,

You as I, now prosper, rise,
Until our fuel, runs out of time,

We mustn’t wait, count the days,
The clock now ticks, our flame awaits

Creative Design

Daydreaming words, formulating a fresco,
Paintbrush to touch, like flames to a bellow,

Colors are bountiful, vivacious on paper,
My canvas, my thoughts, intellectual nature,

Mental adrift, near midst of the day,
Creation in moment, a beautiful stay,

Adourned with new vision, place pencil to paper,
Write lyrics to music, shape art for the ages,

For I am a dreamer, a natural gift, misunderstood often, Da Vinci in myth

Reflection In Time

Celebration of life what will it be, fifty years later what will I see, decisions were made, results were mixed, where would I be, if that moment I switched,

Here I stand now, looking deep in the past, a smile for family, photos capture my path, I think to myself, while upon on my porch, wouldn’t change not a moment, of this life that I forged.

I sat and observed, as my children relearned, mistakes and true love, their feet to my burn, I watch as my wife still fosters that feeling, my parner, my heart, my life, I’m revealing.