Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
She stands on the threshold,
Where all things begin and end,
Afraid to step into the vast beyond,
Fearing the mystery,
The unveiled secrecy of all that lies ahead,
She arrived on this earth in a scream of protest,
Frightened to leave I AM,
And now, ahead in the darkness,
Radiance softly beckons,
Yet she clings,
To that which she once objected,
In the known,
Kindred spirits softly implore,
Holy Mary, with your angels bright,
Gently guide her way,
Fireflies soon flurry around her,
Childhood joy surges,
As she soars toward His brightness,
Her loved ones weep for their loss.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
But neither will the reckless fool.
The forced bet or "bring in" rarely occurs at an opportune moment,
And, there are times when one makes rash choice after rash choice,
The final chip is played,
And like a cat that has inadvertently fallen from a narrow ledge,
By the grace of God,
The toppled lands on both of his feet.
What should have been a final hand lost,
Becomes a win.
The fool of heart is given another chance for redemption,
An opportunity to forgo his reckless behavior.
And seizing this moment,
He instinctively knows when to fold or hold, call or raise.
The impetuous loser becomes the courageous,
Yet conservative winner,
And takes all.
And the one that was cocky, overly confident,
And counting the winnings not yet earned,
Realizes too late,
There are no certainties in life.