Sun rises on
a new day
flickering light
from dark corners
of my soul
I refuse
to surrender
to sorrow
for I know
love lives on
light and fair
calming
the thorns
and trenches
on my trail
sadness
seeks faith
to kindle
hope’s flame
light and fair
spring’s sun
delivers
delight behind
winter’s somber
slumber
Tag: Sunday
Breakfast at the Diner
They talked
of Jesus
between bites
of bacon
and runny-yoke
soaked hash browns
They talked
they mocked
bleeding hearts
shedding liberal tears
for the souls
of the others who are lost
They talked
and chomped
on buttery toast
cheering chains that bind
the others to choices
they’re not allowed to make
They talked
of Jesus
between slurps
of creamy coffee
but the way they talked
I knew
They didn’t know
Jesus
