Psalms 131

This is the image i know so well, each time i walk from the 12th floor of my block to the 10th floor where I live. My home.

It's been quite a journey thus far, full to turns and twists and darkness. But here i am back home yet once more.

'Life is a long lesson in humility' - James Matthew Barrie

Psalm 131
Lord, my heart is not haughty
Nor my eyes lofty.
Neither do I concern myself
with great matters
Nor with things too
profound for me

Surely I have calmed and
quieted my soul,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, hope in the Lord
From this time forth and
forever.

Running Poetry

when i kick the bucket
what color will the sky be?
will there be sunshine on
my coffin
will quiet eyes
issue silent tears
and will
shrouded faces line
the edges of my light green grave?

when you died
and went away
what did you leave behind?
and why did you go
before i knew how to release you
and why did you leave
before I could bid you farewell

and when you died
did you think
of me
Did my face appear
in your mind's eye
the same way

i often see you now?

Thicket fences

I spy them in your eyes
although you never speak
the words outloud
i can tell

thicket fences to
shield you from
knowing looks
and prying eyes

from faith healers
and recondite shamans
who do not comprehend
with their righteous prescriptions
and ritual incantations.

thicket fences
quiet wanderer
when will you learn?
and when will you let the healing begin?

I spy it in your eyes
you're a tease
you're waiting for me
to start aren't you?

thicket fences
you hide behind
yeah,
i see you

thicket fences
where the healing begins.