The cloth

Striped markings on a cloth…
An identity
A tribe
A religion
A child marked for death,
Marked for life
A life marked for greatness,
Marked by God
A child’s swaddling cloth,
Now a Prince’s robe
And the hope of a people.


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This is it

This is it…

I’ve reached the end of the fabled line,
been around the block…
done my time.

The God’s have spoken, issued a decree,
“Your time is up!
Now… be free”

But I want to live, and want to Love!
Or is that selfish?
A wish to Love?

I want the chains, the trappings of life,
not freedom of death,
A bond to life.

“My time was short…”, “No, it was enough,
’twas your choice to live
off the cuff”

Those choices reflect what’s then to be,
what might be regretted
for eternity.

This is it.

 


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A Thousand Shards

I had recently read one of Josephine Ranes’ poems on her blog Never Quite Broken, it was called A Thousand Mirrors, and I made a comment on it about how I could see it as a thousand shards of one mirror, and in that moment the idea for my own poem was sewn.  Of course I dare not compare mine to hers, yet her own has inspired my humble effort.


I looked upon a broken mirror
A thousand shards across the floor
Reflections shown right back at me,
From the far wall to the door

As I looked to each shining shard
I could see bits of my life
from the joys of my childhood
To my days of working strife.

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