Two Poems

Wanderer’s Thoughts

The wisps of clouds

Whittle down my breath

While I look out on a world

Wondrous and wild in will

I cannot understand

How fortunate I am

To be alive

To hold my head up

In a place such as this

Cradled by the Earth

Her motherly nature so welcoming

The weary can’t help but weep

Tears of enlightenment

For God’s greatest gift was perhaps not

Our humanity

But the land and seas

The mountains and their peaks

His artistry on full display

How we take His creation for granted–

Busy ourselves to the point

We do not see!

Yet in this moment

I do.

I see and breathe

May the air carry my words

Raise them to Heaven’s gates

Whisper them in His angels’ ears

Thank you, my Lord,

For your creation

Your brilliance on display

My awe knows no end

My soul held in Your Earth’s embrace

 

Identities

If I am but a piece

Of the endless fracture

Then you have not known me

As I have not known me

While I wish to melt

Within the warmth of your presence

It seems I bleed

Their presences seeping

Staining all I’ve known of myself

Interfering

Our bond soaked by their appearance

Colors bold and hideous

Yet it all originates here

I am them

They are me

Even as my shame aims to erase

Reality

I cannot halt their streams

No matter how beautiful

Safe

I find my own

Their waters run through

Because the water is all the same

I know them

I love them

I hate them

I don’t want them to be

Changing the person

I’ve accepted myself to be

Because I know me

I know the love in my heart

The breath of my spirit

They risk rewriting

the truths 

Of which I abide

My love for you

My familial tie

I know I call you “dad”

I know none of them do.