Monday, July 30, 2007

acid tears
of regret fall
as I muse on
where the train
went off the track

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Oh God,
forgive me
for my lack of courage
in the past,
and give me courage now,
to bear the consequences

Saturday, July 28, 2007

as you begin to shed the
unwanted burdens
laid on you
by society

I am still sloughing off
my own dead skin
looking for rebirth

perhaps we both
will learn
to soar
What lessons am being asked
to learn from this life?
Why the rain?
Why the storms?

Why am I so
inadequately prepared?
What am I being asked
to discard?

Unneeded layers
I've wrapped myself in
given to me
by well meaning ancestors
trying to protect me
trying to prepare me

But now they are
burdensome
and restricting
preventing me from
living as I am intended to live--
wrapped in the arms of God.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

the weeds
grow up with the wheat
choking those who grow
on rocky ground

why, o lord?
why do you let
your children dry out
in the noonday sun?

like the starving
in the midst of plenty
they see only the weeds
in the garden
and move on

when the wheat
that grows among them
is the
Bread of Life

Monday, July 23, 2007

the radio plays
the music
of another lifetime

the world fades
to black and white
and then softens
to sepia

as the shadowy specters
dance in the wind

forever
in love
I meet you
in your yesterdays
and realize,
with sharply indrawn breath
how beautiful you are
and wonder
if we could be friends
in another life
In my dreams
I go back to warn you

You left us still searching

I go back to warn you


You are in your own place now

I go back to warn you


You do not take me there

I go back to warn you


You're already dead
Poems © Gemma W. Wilson