God painted a mirage mural
An image seen but not there
A land chartered to be read
By hearts created in His care

Hearts searching in a barren oasis
Desert forged in the strata of time

A rush of grace to start the race
A gallop to a high stepping trot
Ribbons flowing with the mane
Entering the domain of Camelot

Noble steed for noble deeds
In a land where God takes reign

Hate burred itself into me
Prickly sharp atrocity
Rolling like a porcupine
Sharpened quills
Splintering my mind
Fractured pieces spitting thoughts
Like bone gnashing pain in knots

In an ivory tower on a white sand coast
The people of This-N-That love to boast

They toggle technology all day long
Like wiper blades rapping a mindless song

Secrets of planets, moons, and stars
Are sprinkled in every child’s heart
Glistening arrows shooting shadows
Aiming for scary noises in the dark

Covered with glitter from the sun

A bed of rocks began to cry
Gently tumbling into streams
Weeping waters of the Earth
Flowing into rivers of her dreams

Carving civilizations into nations
Running with the hands of time

Park benches sit idle in nature’s white
Softly lit powdered sugar lamplights
December’s breath rising up into fog
Wonderland draped in a holiday tog
Jack Frost nipping at noses in the air

My real age is five
My calendar age is farsighted
I like to skip rocks and climb trees
I like to play with a hose on a hot day
I need a nap in the middle of the day

Emerald waters break against wet stones
Sea mist being swept into white bubbles
Weeds waltzing in the curling green tides
Sea gull portraits painted on white cliffs

The fires that burn in our hearts are a testimony to our sight
Scrolls of stars summoned humanity to embrace God’s holy night
Time carried prophets of three nations to find Eternal Light

Charred branches with fire in their souls
Extend their charcoaled arms to heaven
Offering their limbs to the healing Earth
Praying forms twisting from their Mother

With hope we can be hopeful
We can see the promise of dreams
Hearts reaching for a firm desire
To make the Golden Rule a theme
To establish justice in how we live
By the way we treat each other

Silently their ships moved
In a rhythm with the night
Camel bells from the east
Stepping through the light

A strongbox of gold glistened
Against a moon of beams
A gift for the Son of God

Who am I to sail on winds?
To rock the deep blue sea
To write letters in the sand
For all the world to see?

Immeasurable love
Is quelled in earthly mire
Who am I to set the flame

Blotted with courage
Thoughts like ribbon bookmarks
Flowers pressed between pages
Recipes for a life worth living
Advice from friends and sages

A noble quest to serve the pen