Though our hues manifest
variant colors of heaven’s prisms
lit by stars and moons
and dusted by the Artist’s brush
Though our souls wax and wane
on life’s journey paths, wide and narrow,
mapped by celestial destiny
drawn in ancient times
You, my sister, I stand with
You, my brother, I protect
You, my children, I nurture
You, my friend, I love
Heaven, in due time,
will purge thrones of evil kings.
The Sun shines of hope.
Solitary though I stand across the distance
I still feel the primal pulse in our kindred hearts.
Defenders, Keepers, Protectors.
Some brandish a holy book or burn incense
or mumble morning prayers to the east.
Some never give heaven a second thought.
I search your eyes among the masses
and sometimes catch the golden glimmer
of ancient urges and unabashed courage.
Defenders of children clothed in rainbow skins
Stewards of creation birthed in genesis
Protectors of water pulsing in earth’s veins.
I cannot escape your primal war cry.
Allow me join your army of righteousness.
Let me wear your colors and wield your sword.
This day, land your thoughts
on righteous and skillful deeds.
Choose the path of grace.
Clarity of mind
needs a surrender to Truth
despite our beliefs
Street art by JR, a bold and creative artist. You can read about him in one of my previous postings, The Canvas of Sky and Walls: 2 Incredible Artists
We once strove to march in love
with pledges to be our brother’s keeper
and to raise our sisters to be strong and smart
and to protect our elders in their aging twilight
and to be oblivious to color, religion, love choices
Once we strove as much
Then sharp words pierced through our hearts
words formed, sculpted and nurtured
in arrogant hearts that schemed to govern
the plural hearts in our midst and neighborhoods
that housed holy hearts in steepled monuments
Sharp words pierced thus so
Yet the words are mere vapor seeping through
the blistered cracks of demagogue lips
that whisper favors through splinters in weathered vaults
that protect the green scales of privileged legacy
that proudly masquerade a covering of civility
Mere vapor dissipates as impermanent dust
The sharp words cannot pierce our hearts
Let us strive as much once more
You are not the cirrus
wispy ice crystals
highest in the heavens
oblivious to earthly shadows and whispers
You eschew the nimbostratus
shielding the heavens
with a gray blanket of great sadness
that darkens earthen hopes and dreams
Neither are you the haughty cumulus
defending heaven’s gate with
threatening storms and floods
to earth oceans, forests and prairies
No, I fancy you the stratocumulus
in the dawn of twilight surrender
infusing color and promise
and greeting all creatures with renewal and hope