Hope

Hope Today I felt the heavy pain of the land Entire forests burned, charred Entire mountains with blackened scars The leaves of the valley oaks dulled orange Not from autumn skies But from death Demise Destruction Yet then there is this An angel in the skies bringing life Color Salmon and periwinkle Coral and slate…

Empty Train

Empty Train I was sitting in the park today Reading a good book Watching my young children play I heard the sound of the approaching train Off in the distance Beyond the river   The train came by Crossing the river on the great, high bridge Making quite the commotion Stopping the traffic Turning heads…

The Hope

The Hope Poetry shouldn’t be forced I’m not sure anything good comes from coercion I’m so impeded, the words won’t come They are there in my mind, in my soul Yet there is this dark blockade Anger, fatigue, self-doubt, irritation, impatience These are the bricks in the wall   I so often wait around for…

Walk

Walk Can I walk with a pen? Can I take steps along paths unknown Along the ways of wisdom known for ages? To see what has yet to be seen To hear what has yet to be heard Words that have always been spoken Do I have eyes to see, ears to hear? Do I…

The Role

The Role How I see facts May not be how reality sees facts So what I see, what I experience Might not be the truth at all It might be a part of the play The key point in the drama Where the antagonist is in the midst There just might be a turn in…

Each Life

I’m posting this poem today because today is what our family calls the “gotcha day” for our son Isaiah. Adoption is just a great thing, and I wanted to honor the memory of this day by posting this poem:   Each Life This is what it’s all about These are smiles of heaven’s shouts This…

Restore

I wrote this poem for a patient of mine. She was an infant with a terribly progressive terminal disease. I guess you could call this poem a “statement of faith” if you wanted to, but as a physician I despise when it seems that illness wins and my patients and their families lose. So in…

Resting in the Embers

Resting in the Embers I’ve grown tired of this introspection This circumspection A rambling on about emptiness Seeing everything Feeling nothing Putting it all down on paper Wanting to crinkle it all up Throw it all away Yet the digital age holds on to everything So it seems I can’t let anything go myself Thoughts…

Hope

I see a land of blue skies White clouds Just beyond the lands of smoke and plume, beyond fire and lava Steam and flame This place where no one knows my name Nor does anyone care to know it I see a land beyond Yet These ancient trees stand at the entry They speak with…