Teach me the prayer
of well-weathered truth
that I can whisper.
with peace
when the winds begin to blow.

Double duty 

The light that shines
from a bright soul
acts as both
an attracting force
and a repellent.
 
Thank God.

The word love
scares some people
to death,
but it is, in the end,
the only path
that can be taken
to truly experience life.

 When freewill
is coupled with fate,
faith becomes focused
as the final saving grace. 

Scorched Halo 

My wounds are red and righteous;
that’s why I wear them as a crown.

Too heavy to bear this now.
Too holy are the words

that forked my tongue in thirds.
Duality was not enough;
I lost my soul in the end
when all I ever wanted
was to share it with my friend. 

Too thin to hold the halo high.
Too lazy are the eyes
that watch this tower topple.
A throne was set on fire;
I couldn’t stand the heat of heaven
and as you began to fan the flames
the smoke was more than I could breathe in.
 
My apple ripened rotten and black with poison;
that’s why I’m burning in the garden where we fell. 

Too late to cast your spell.
Too weary are the sighs
that judgment discerns to all be lies.
Silence ate away the worms;
I scraped my palms across the soil
to feel the remnants of dust and ash
upon a firmament scorched and spoiled.
 
My voice wept as a fading whisper;
that’s why I saved it for when the bells let loose their song.