Now Comes Nighttime’s Tune

Triumphant spirit of the waning day,

dressed in layers mounting to the sky,

we start together you and I,

all emotions ringing,

and of lusty singing,

wind fascinating,

as it goes by.

 

First, skin tickled and delighted,

each naked hair stood on end,

fair hollow sounds do bend,

mist rising in our sight,

fast taking flight,

at early night,

look to the wren.

 

Red-blooded rocket shot to the moon,

close and kissing our nocturnal bloom,

the sun’s last light is in a swoon,

wayward clouds are scattering,

evergreen trees are tattering,

dancing squirrels chattering,

now comes nighttime’s tune.

 

~FS

Hard To Look

Can’t recreate what’s gone

the past is now the past

Living as behind a film

a dull and tasteless dream.

 

Color then so vibrant

feeling then so bright

everything I did then

I seemed to do for you

those days before the night.

 

Those things you wore

they’re artifacts now

your face a history book

I never thought you’d look

so hard for me to look.

 

No gain to lose my mind

I’m tempted and inclined

’cause everything I do

is done now without you

No, it can’t be true.

 

Not enough years

will bring you here

can’t put life back into life

life so full of pain

bending, slightly breaking.

 

Still, we carry on

just carry on

I hope to see you once again

just waiting for the end.

 

~FS

Life’s True Passage

Don’t turn your heart from the things that matter most—

the inner dread,

the thoughts and fears

that fill your head.

 

Through these is where true freedom flies—

true human life,

courageously lived

from within life’s strife.

 

Don’t run or hide from the pains which plague you—

humanity’s diseases,

burdens bringing

unearthly surprises.

 

Take heart, and give heart too—

shared suffering heals us,

it’s God’s plan of love

making us victorious.

 

Don’t worry that you’re something wrong—

you are God’s image,

we are all imperfect

yet bear perfection’s visage.

 

Know the truth of this your calling—

peace found within your soul,

willfully, joyfully, bearing

the turmoil of your earthly role.

 

~FS

Life’s Perfection

Christ, the eternity-bearer,
coming before time, and after;
entering the space within us,
light-imbuing creation all around us.
 
Let us feel your warmth,
free from this cold vacuum;
wrap us in your arms,
hastening to our rescue.
 
I suffer and I die,
this far from paradise;
You come and share my pain,
offering eternal life once again.
 
Though our eyes cannot see beyond the grave,
our hearts have perfect vision;
the mind is wandering, and depraved,
yet, with Christ is life’s perfection.
~FS

Allez, Alleys, Allez

When we meet upon this busy street,

and look each other in the eye,

we make a covenant together against oblivion.

If only for the moment.

 

The lights, the noise,

the vendors selling—

brands and names—

assurances and comforts.

 

What, were we to turn aside,

going down that darkened alley,

would we survive, and are we—still alive?

If we fade into that darkened disappearing,

will we exist, anymore?

 

Like leaves fallen into deep waters,

their brilliance flashing in the sunlight,

fluttering downward, deeper,

and then no more?

 

Who greets us in those darkened depths,

would Christ meet us at the bottom?

 

Is there rest within,

or endless floating, whirling—

stirred up and moving,

moving, and moving.

 

We become old men and women,

walking quietly to our ends.

Smiling at the sunshine,

and at the laughing children—

seeing, but unseen—

our beings vanish into this light,

disappearing down the alleys.

 

Populating busy streets no more.

We go, to the alleys, we go.

 

~FS

Bridled Joy

I remember simple joys,

innocent and pure.

Different from the complicated joy,

forged in a crucible of losses.

 

So very grateful for today,

yet unlike the gratitude,

of my childhood;

before I learned what,

life and death can bring.

 

I love this moment deeply,

because I know,

the next moment,

might snatch it.

 

I love you intently,

knowing that tomorrow,

you may be gone—

my newest memory.

 

Love, without loss,

Joy, without sorrow,

Gratitude, without anxiety;

would it be better…

 

to never have known these things?

 

Better to have fallen?

Or never to have known,

such heights are possible?

 

I remember paradise;

now a flaming sword,

prevents my return.

 

So I look around me…

 

How wonderful is this moment!

How excellent is this day!

 

Yes, we are infused

with death and decay,

but it could be so much worse…

 

And it is so much better—

though bitter.

 

~FS