A Little Triumph

This virus casts a long shadow…

fear and death hover overhead,

with reason hanging by a thread,

 

and hope dangling over dread,

to devour or be devoured?

 

The children dance upon a razor’s edge,

our lives mere water under the bridge?

we take and give our moral pledge,

then wait and see…

 

And from the shadows come the families,

parents, with youngsters, play beneath the trees,

work and school becoming faint memories,

laughing happily, joyfully in the breeze.

 

Little boys on an empty street,

biking madly with spinning feet,

smiles spread across their faces,

epitomize life’s warm embraces.

 

~FS

Surprised By Peace

When the clamoring of the nations has died down,

When men’s ambitions have been put to rest,

We settle and we wait, surprised by blessed quietude,

Then I find my soul enriched, and peace abiding within my heart.

 

Joy rises up within me at the sound of this heavenly silence,

as it wraps the globe.

Peace is the answer when all else has failed.

 

Life springs forth out the ashes of our delusions,

the smolderings of our desires nourish our soul.

 

Now we may stand aright,

at last we can be made right.

I fall to my knees and finally,

tears rising like truth,

I seek my God.

 

~FS

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