I need no reason
Not one for me to sing
The praises of the One Who makes me
One with everything
Who needs a reason
When all I’ll ever need
Is in the passing season and the
Splitting of a seed
Unreasonable at Sunrise
Poetry
Good Company
In life’s journey, there’s
no companion more faithful
than contentment.
Rise and Shine
Let the dusk wash over me
And plunge me into darkness for
Without is how I am within
It’s not the sun I’m longing for
I long for One Who lets me rise
To soak it in
Distracted
Be careful the good that you do
Doesn’t find its beginnings in you
Lest you stumble down potholes of sin
As you look up to how good you’ve been
Witnessing
The dawn time silence sings its song
Of one creation all along
The grassy banks and mossy beds
Where yellow rattles toss their heads
Submitting now to witness later
The Sweetnesses of One Creator
On Joy
Let every joy be rooted in
A joy that never dies
That when the former fades away
The latter dries your eyes
Patrioticked
Love your country dearly
A love never forgotten
But like all loves, don’t spoil it
For then it becomes rotten
Plan B
I'm not that quick
I'm not that smart
No super skills
No fancy art
But I can sit
And I can wait
For goodness tends
To walk in late
And I can wait
Sinning
My Lord, how great the sign in every sin
For every sin produces one of two:
A servant humbled by the mess he’s in
Or a wretch preferring darknesses to You
Mami’s Girl
There were many sounds she hated
Words came harsh until the shots ill-fated
Cut her papi down inside a store
But then even harsher did this feel
To be away from that one person
She had never been without before
She thought back to how her mami
Sobbed like she had never seen
When a stranger tore her from her mami’s chest
Maybe this is hell and she had died
And that’s the reason mami cried
If only she had tried to be her best
Now she’s weeping in the dark because
She won’t see papi, heard he was
Sent off to live a happy life up there
She has learned how not to cry
Hoping someday she’ll undie,
Get to smell mami again and touch her hair
And the big man in the way
Makes it hard for her to say
Everything she wants to share but dare not tell
You may even see her smile
Though her wound runs half a mile
All the way from mami’s warm embrace to hell