You Keep Me Running… #poetry

I run toward the sun

press hope to my soul

will feet forward

rough and dusty road

 

Look over my back

pursuit darkness’ aim

a claim upon my life

forward, aghast they gain

 

I run toward the son

press hope to my soul

will feet forward

rough and dusty road

*

life is in the balance

in my shoe  a stone

press on a little longer

closer now, I’m home

 

 

 

David a shepherd, a psalmist, a king understood the running from and running toward “something.”

David was always running toward God in faith and running from enemies, his own king, his son, his guilt…

What are you running from? what are you running toward?

Are you longing for a peaceful green pasture to lay down on today?

Are  the talons of fear and darkness digging into all hope, all resolve?

Call out  to Jesus you who are weak, afraid, burdened.

 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

Mathew 11:28

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Be Still… #covid19 #faith #poetry

Dawn is breaking

spring’s storm is calmed

peace’s moment

***

“Then he arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!”

And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.”

Mark 4:39

 

In turbulent days, we can always trust in the one who calms the sea and our hearts.

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Unidentified #poetry #abuse #photography

 

 

You, Incapable of feeling

or so it seems

I, possessed by terror

resides in dreams

cast a spell

in this heart of mine

red dripping ink

 from a living hell

you callous fiend

no friend of mine

you sacrificed

a love so fine

I turn away

write painful verse

loose the bonds

release the curse

a child once

no longer am

a whipping post

scarred face and hands

*

cold stone welcome

each day a path away from pain

freedom’s warmth

Many children, women know abuse at the hand of another. It seems that one thrives on causing pain while the other is starved for love. The one never feels and the other becomes numb to feeling. Unfortunately (for the abused) being whipped is better than being cast into the pit of “forgotten.”

It can take a lifetime to walk away; even may mean waking to the reality of cold stone.

 

The prompt this week at Poet’s United is Identity

Nothing can pull us away… #devotion

 Oh the days are hard

the path is rocky

and my feet are weary

where can I go to find sleep?

Is there any protection

from the sky that is falling

trying to enter the reason

of my mind?

“Nothing can preserve you except…”

you hear this over and over

“just give in

give up…”

the silent tormentor

has gained a voice

in my head

and I am raw with fear

“Give In

We can help…”

But what are they offering?

More importantly what are they taking?

God’s love doesn’t evoke fear –

it’s result is peace

God’s love doesn’t evoke anger or hatred –

it causes us to love those who hate us

God’s love does not require us to destroy ourselves or others

IT is a trickling (healing) stream in the midst of the darkest night

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?…

Neither height nor depth, nor any other created things, will be able to separate us from the Love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”   ~Romans 8:35 and 39

 

 

 

Hatsu Arashi – First Storm #haiku #photography

In flashing thunder

I cower but for assurance

winds will soon cease

*

still cradling hope

willing the fear to subside

storm’s end in sight

 

At Carpe Diem Hatasu Arashi or the First Storm is today’s prompt. I’m still getting used to the regularity of storms in my new home.

 

Photograph: Barometric Pressure © L. Moon 2013

The Alley #poetry #photography #dark

 

Don’t stop

nor turn around

this alley is filled

with unknown rot

***

this is no spoof

what have you read in stories

they never bother

with the truth

***

if you want a story to tell

keep your eyes focused on

that light

as your heels are licked by hell

Late Night Call #mystery #microfiction

In the midst of a perfect dream  the phone rang.

“Who’s calling at 2 in the morning? I yawned.

“Hello. What? Where are you honey?”

“My car broke down. I ‘m stranded at a phone booth on Hillcrest.”

“Ok honey let me call the police, stay there, and I will come  get you.”

“Noooo…” I heard my daughter’s frantic scream on the other end of the line.

“Honey, HONEYYYYY….Help is coming!!!”

I left the phone line open.

After  pounding on the third neighbor’s door,  I rushed in and called the police.

“The number you have reached is no longer in service.” 

“There is no one there maam…”

Thanks to Jenny the gracious hostess at Centus Saturday. This week’s prompt: “The number you have reached is no longer in service”  ~ Enjoy!

The eyes of the Wolf

 

Peering in deep golden eyes

something there behind the glow

What’s he thinking

does he know?

Feeling heat rise from his fur

resonating deadly grrr

seething from deep within

will I lose this fight or win?

Crouching low as if to spring

steady now keep your head

lest he realize my fear

In his eyes am I dead???

 

Written for a writing prompt at With Real Toads

 

thanks to Steve Loya for the photo and Creative Commons http://www.flickr.com/photos/flyingturtle/465785165/

Pain – Fear – Cancer #oneshotwednesday #poetry #cancer

How do you douse 20 years of pain

that falls like sheets of  pouring rain?

with a needle, a pill

or  a strong stubborn will?

***

How do you face unfaceable fear?

the adversary today certainly not clear

A shotgun, a dagger

an act, a feigned swagger?

**

How do you battle multiple growths of  Cancer?

For so many I wish I held the answer

strong arms  a bucket for the tears

truck load of warm loving prayers

****

To you who suffer there is no plan but there is in fact a place to turn.

I’ve heard there were no atheists in the foxhole.

I assure you there are few who don’t seek the strong arms of a God in a Cancer ward.

As I write this, I am packing to go to a cancer hospital to find out where my cancer is at.

( I do believe in miracles;  I have experienced way too many to not believe in victory.)

When I face fear I get rather cold and distant – if any of you have felt this from me please don’t take it personally.

I guess this would constitute as a gray poem not dark

Happy One Shot to all and thanks to each for their contribution.

Thanks for the photo of this grafitti piece: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wilderdom/266650346/

Desperate Run #oneshotwednesday #poetry

It was  all a bit too haunting

clouds off the Black Sea coast

an evening to remember

each thing carefully selected by our host

lulled by Russian stories

from a war long ago

enjoying new friendships

so much we wanted to know

The storm came in a fury

we dined in an elegant tent

winds were upon us

the canvas torn and rent

Our host had seen such terror

in the youth of his life

as he looked upon his dearest

I saw him fear for her life

This tent could not protect us

but where were  we to go

unto an open field

heeled legs burdensome and slow

No light to guide

except from pitch black sky

running in no direction

lightening tendrils did magnify

It Came down right before me

blasting the energy box

sparks lept before us

we thought that she was lost

Don’t ask me  all that  happened

that frightening stormy night

I fail to remember

all the horrors in our flight

A storm in a country

we didn’t call our own

we couldn’t speak the language

it certainly wasn’t home

but this I will remember

of that storm of that time

he saved us each from danger

this brave new friend of mine

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