The Cross

8/4/14

8:29 pm

Home, Bushwick Brooklyn

The Cross

The midday sun glistened

The sapphire sky was bold

But inside the minster

Only echoes were told

The tower’s iron bell  

Stayed fully oblivious

Leaving the birds chirrup

So sweetly marvelous

A hapless soul walked in

Towards the end, he pled

Unable to compose

A weary heart that bled

To the wisdom of life

He sought answers and wept

For he could no longer

Find his being and depth

Relief swathed his poor soul

As he looked up the rood

To the one who suffered

Writhed gravely; death ensued

Great mercy was brimful

As tears cleansed grief and woe

The cost of death gave life

To all those in sorrow

As midday sun glistened

The sapphire sky retold

For inside the minster

The cross was there to hold

Defenseless

8/1/14
10:00 pm
Bushwick, Bklyn

Defenseless

That day the skies were heavy
All the grimm clouds caved in
The man shut his windows
As the laden waters poured in

The heavens cried heavily
Loads of tears fell from up high
He wrapped himself in prayer
Clutching his fears inside

A twister was now in his path
Rough winds shoved all in sight
He was blown away instantly
Not even a chance to fight

As the massive twister moved away
He picked up himself in disbelief
And when he looked around him
The backwash filled him with grief

What did I do to deserve this?
Looking above, the man asked
All was taken away so hastily
His own life, his reality unmasked.