Words are Thunder

Thunder are your words to me
Is there lightning to follow?
Your so-called words of wisdom
Are angry
Clash against my clouds
Jagged bolts of hot lightning
Carved initials of "no"

Another thundering roll
Splattered sizzling slivers
Slash through the restless sky
A cry against

I only want what is best is the roll
Save yourself forecast
Listen to me
I love you

The break away
The force
I will do it anyway
As best I can
Trust me
Trust me

Rain falls against the sounding bellows
Faces getting wet, tears empty
Looking up is all I can do
To YOU
Protect my thundering wanderings
Protect my beloved
Let the world blossom with the tears of rain
And forgive

Denial is her name

It's not true
It can't be so
Everything is all right
Don't worry
I've brushed it under the carpet
Whatever it was
Whatever it is
Don't worry
Don't worry

The carpet is worn
Lumps stumble the pattern
Holes expose threads

A shaken carpet is a thunder storm
The crackled lightning
Blasting like an alarm

Denial plays mean tricks
Drowns empty bottles
Ice clinking
swirling in a cup
Memories pour out
and pain fills up
once again.


Denial
is
a
thief

Lessons unlearned
Chapters unfinished
Pages empty
Words hollowed

I don't want to see or hear
taste or smell
or feel her.
Denial is not my friend.
She needs to be shattered

Salvation is by Faith

We were called into his room
where Jim
whispered
his last words
"Salvation is by Faith"

We were
breathless, breathtaken
kneeling...leaning in.....listening
clinging
to
each
breath
to
each
word
as
it
was
formed
so
carefully.

There was pain but he did not complain
Prayer was his salve
There could be no doubt
We absorbed God's promise
Brought alive by the bedside

Jim is imprinted
into Auburn
its soul and water
its rocks and grass and trees and people
His people
You, me, us, they, all.

Jim left us his gift of truth
A touch
A breath
He reached up

Salvation is by Faith.