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  1. The Archer

    The Archer by kmls
    In the high sea of clouds,
    in willowing wisps of white,
    an evil lurks.

    The winds of the world bring
    the first whisper of change,
    an alien thing.

    A dragon.

    Red as blood, gleaming darkness,
    its armor, invincible?

    Heavy metal talons, drooling jaws,
    acid falling, burning earth below.

    It screams through the sky,
    wings creaking, flapping furiously,
    breathing flame.

    Men flee,
    like tiny ants scurrying
    from desecration
    into it.

    Only One holds his ground,
    a bow and one arrow
    in his hand.

    The Prince awaits,
    as if to allow the dragon to
    devour him.

    Then with a flash,
    he looses his arrow.

    It soars through the air.

    Blood gushing,
    the dart buried deep,
    the dragon crashes to the ground.

    Landing on the One.

    From amongst the dragon’s corpse,
    amidst dying coals and wisps of smoke,
    a figure crawls,
    stands.

    It is the Archer,
    the One,
    Him.

    From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

    #1983 #apocalypseImagery #battleImagery #ChristianAllegory #clouds #Courage #dragon #epicPoem #Faith #fantasyPoetry #fireAndSmoke #goodVersusEvil #Hope #kingdomImagery #MythicPoetry #Nonviolence #peace #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #propheticImagination #redDragon #Redemption #resurrection #sacrifice #spiritualAllegory #symbolicWriting #theArcher #ThePrince #triumphOverEvil #victory #visionaryPoetry #Writing
  2. Nocturnal Duo

    The coon is in my mind,
    a shadow revealed by the porch light,
    turning in circles in the backyard,
    licking each blade of grass.

    Is this behavior normal?
    Is the creature sick?
    Does it know that another masked insomniac
    seeks something here?
    Will it accept food from my hand if
    I step from these walls into the night?

    The visitor disappears and I am
    reluctant to cut the light.

    Will there be a second coming, a revelation of the wild?
    I, awake with the questions, keep watch through the window,
    feeling so much like an orphaned child.

    <<<<<<*>>>>>>

    In the morning the walnut tree has grown a different nut.
    The neighbor dog has treed the coon.
    They sit on limb and root
    heads down in saddened state,
    neither happy with this stalemate.
    I open the door to join the inaction.

    I seek some distraction.
    The dog finds its own, rushing off for its morning dig
    in the compost heap.

    My nocturnal companion sees its chance,
    moves headfirst down the trunk and
    scampers off to sleep.

    March 13, 2006, Rolling Ridge

    #animalEncounter #backyardMysticism #backyardWildlife #ContemplativeWriting #coon #creatureInTheNight #gothicPoetry #Insomnia #maskedInsomniac #morningAfter #Nature #naturePoem #neighborDog #nightWatch #nocturnalVisitor #orphanedChild #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #porchLight #revelationOfTheWild #ruralLife #secondComing #sleeplessNight #SpiritualReflection #surrealPoetry #walnutTree #wildness #WordPressTagsRaccoon
  3. Nocturnal Duo

    The coon is in my mind,
    a shadow revealed by the porch light,
    turning in circles in the backyard,
    licking each blade of grass.

    Is this behavior normal?
    Is the creature sick?
    Does it know that another masked insomniac
    seeks something here?
    Will it accept food from my hand if
    I step from these walls into the night?

    The visitor disappears and I am
    reluctant to cut the light.

    Will there be a second coming, a revelation of the wild?
    I, awake with the questions, keep watch through the window,
    feeling so much like an orphaned child.

    <<<<<<*>>>>>>

    In the morning the walnut tree has grown a different nut.
    The neighbor dog has treed the coon.
    They sit on limb and root
    heads down in saddened state,
    neither happy with this stalemate.
    I open the door to join the inaction.

    I seek some distraction.
    The dog finds its own, rushing off for its morning dig
    in the compost heap.

    My nocturnal companion sees its chance,
    moves headfirst down the trunk and
    scampers off to sleep.

    March 13, 2006, Rolling Ridge

    #animalEncounter #backyardMysticism #backyardWildlife #ContemplativeWriting #coon #creatureInTheNight #gothicPoetry #Insomnia #maskedInsomniac #morningAfter #Nature #naturePoem #neighborDog #nightWatch #nocturnalVisitor #orphanedChild #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #porchLight #revelationOfTheWild #ruralLife #secondComing #sleeplessNight #SpiritualReflection #surrealPoetry #walnutTree #wildness #WordPressTagsRaccoon
  4. Storm Surge

    In the end,
    will you be faithful?
    That is question.

    When the storm has come and gone,
    when what you thought was precious has been stripped away,
    when you sleep in darkness wondering if the lights will ever come back on,
    when your life in the flash of lightning reverts back to the everyday of your sisters and brothers in the warzone,
    when your plane to those destinations is grounded by the thunder’s roar?

    Will you awake to new resolve for justice?
    Will you spend less time before the screen and more time present to loved ones and those in need of it?
    Will you leave the ground to alight among the troubled?
    Will you listen to them?

    Will the power that comes on be in you,
    through you,
    glowing out through your eyes,
    electrifying,
    filling you with a compassion so compelling
    you become a wire
    among many
    channeling
    love and peace
    to the world?

    June 2, 2015

    #awakeToJustice #BelovedCommunity #channelingLove #ChristianReflection #compassion #compassionInAction #ContemplativeWriting #darknessAndLight #faithfulLiving #groundedPlanes #innerPower #Justice #Listening #loveAndPeace #Peacebuilding #PeaceGrooves #powerOutage #presence #propheticPoetry #renewal #resolve #ScreenTime #serviceToOthers #SocialJustice #soulWork #spiritualElectricity #SpiritualReflection #stormImagery #ThePowerOfLove #thunderstorm #warzone
  5. Bullet the Blue Sky*

    I went outside 
    to watch the 
    stars.
    
    It is as if 
    all the bullets 
    from the war 
    have been fired 
    into the sky,
    tearing holes 
    in the black velvet 
    for a little bit 
    of heaven 
    to shine 
    through.
    
    Every once 
    in a while 
    the fabric rips 
    as a shooting star 
    races across 
    the sky,
    but then 
    it quickly 
    mends 
    itself.

    November 2, 1988
    La Esperanza, Nicaragua

    Part of the continuing Ugly American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

    *From the U2 song of the same title

    #1988 #Antiwar #blackVelvetSky #celestialImagery #CentralAmerica #ContemplativePoetry #griefAndBeauty #Healing #Heaven #Hope #Lament #lightThroughDarkness #memory #metaphor #Nicaragua #NightSky #peace #Peacebuilding #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #postwarReflection #shootingStar #SpiritualReflection #stars #Trauma #Violence #warPoetry #Writing