Quiet Confidence (Reprise)

Oh my how the road
Can become dark so quickly
What once was well illuminated
Now stands in crushed shadows

But we know our steps
And have walked the terrain
In previous journeys 

The river still waits
Its banks overflow 
With expectation

Standing in the cool foam
A thousand tree limbs rush by
Debris from summer’s memory
Washing away forgotten voices

It all looked so dark
A moment ago
But I knew when I arrived, I remembered
Some things are so much stronger 
So much more reliable
Than I will ever be

The Joy of Light

The Joy of Light

We are all grass
Among many grasses
The lone portrait
Is a lie
We live 
Among the thickets
Thriving
In the dust
Always at the ready
To fight or die
In darkness
Death keeps us still
In deep shadows
We grope
For knowledge
And assurance
When the light comes
We rejoice
The celebration
Of life 
Of color
Of comforting revelation

Straight of of the camera photography – Botanicals – Mission Trails San Diego – Music “Touch the Stars” By me, poem, by me ©2018 Mark Steven Wade