Paradox

The modern-day lamb in stripes and stars

Lay in sacrifice of what should be.

He re-ignites the paschal-candle of brotherhood

and kindness in a country so dark.

darken from the light of goodness.

He poured from the receptacle of time,

and honor and devotion.

He lays the gauntlet of ‘moving-on’

In hopes others will follow.

Copyright:  2018, Sept 1, CMM

(In honor and memory of Sen John McCain )

I looked past the window pane and saw the gray bleak sky,

and felt the chill left in the house where all the quiet abides.

I’m not sure which bird I heard but off in distance it sings,

And I listen until the quiet resumes, then hear him once again.

Ice has passed and snow’s to come, blanketing frozen ground,

as I walked among the woods a breaking crunching sound

of frozen earth reminds me of the labored year has passed.

We look for good news to come, and hope that will surpass.

This hope was birthed among the timbers and quiet baby born,

yet the world goes on the same, even after Christmas morn.

Listen, even as the year ends, Father times bids us farewell,

while the story remains anew among the promised tale

of birth and baby, poverty persist and still it overcomes,

rage and war and even death as life brought by a son.

Copyrighted:  CMM  2008

I plant flowers,

Lavender, under

A pink moon.

I see babies,

Crying lifeless,

Under faded moon.

The water sprinkles

Into the fertile

Soil of promise.

While red rivers

Run just below

The still cradles.

A paradox lives,

I see the lavender,

They bury innocence.

       copyright:  2017  CMM