A Loaf of Bread
It was a loaf of bread,
a gift of love.
She struggled to say,
it is all I have.
Times were hard,
her family at risk.
She came to dinner,
from a dark abyss.
Picked as a flower
from spring she left.
Stormed in the winds
and soon was adrift.
It was a loaf of bread,
it was all she had.
she asked please
take it; quietly cried.
Copyrighted: 2018 CMM Publishers
Knell Bell
Ash, fallen losing its form,
drifting to places—
Places once given to life
now void in the body.
Blemished leavings of
perfect love and life—
Spent time, celebrations
now void in the mind.
Consciousness
to awareness made up
of dreams and hopes,
now void in the soul.
The ticking of the clock,
the clanging echoing,
noises made in the senses,
now void in the hearing.
Spoken words of promise
of heart felt memories
devoted love forever—
now void in heart.
We have heard many
warnings, sounding often
in the distance, never noticed—
until we hear the ringing.
Knell bell
final sounding—
Echo without vibrations,
muted sounds, never heard; but felt.
copyrighted: CMM 2002
