When all discussion is complete; when all debate has ended; when all factors have been considered - what I post here comes out of my mind...
Thursday, March 16, 2017
A Night Terror
With tears in my eyes, for I am in pain.
My eyes burn savagely for what I’ve seen,
As the words that I read have seared my brain.
Each day our country tears itself apart;
We kill each other for color of skin.
Religious fanatics want new wars to start;
The rich sit back and watch profits roll in.
The media flood with half-truths and lies;
Our fountain of truth spouts poison and hate.
Then as the soul of democracy dies,
We helplessly watch, for it is too late...
I awake, my eyes filled with burning tears,
And I vow to try to confront my fears.
How are you sleeping these days?
Posted by Mick at 12:59 AM No comments:
Wednesday, March 01, 2017
Touched by Light
I woke and wondered -- was I dead?
I looked about, and wondrously
A golden light enveloped me.
It felt so warm upon my skin,
It penetrated deep within.
Its touch so gentle, filled with power,
I lay enthralled for near an hour.
No voices boomed, no vast release,
I simply felt, at last, at peace.
Within that golden, glowing touch,
I'd never felt so loved, so much.
As I recall it, lovingly,
I feel it glowing still -- in me.
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