And sometimes
We hear
A plea
And stop
What we’re
Doing and
Listen seek
Discover distress
We choose
Then whether
Or not
To provide
Comfort and
If so
We are
Indeed created
In His
Only image
Month: May 2020
Fruit
Are we
All not
Just bruised
Fruits whose
Skin has
Wrinkled and
Pulp has
Bittered don’t
We all
Want to
Be fresh
And washed
And coddled
Perhaps we
Weren’t plucked
To be
Eaten but
Rather placed
In a
Pie or
Preserve and
Enjoyed always
By many
Hell
Once on
A journey
I ventured
Into Hell
A black
Place filled
With tormented
Souls writhing
In anguish
Screaming for
Salvation and
Not one
Single cry
Was heard
Be thankful
To hear
The voices
Of sorrow
For neither
You nor
They are
There
Anger
When a
Man lays
Dormant and
Capped and
When plates
Shift and
From deep
Beneath a
Fire surges
All in
It’s path
Will suffer
Even mankind
War
The mind
Wages war
When the
Heart goes
Empty sometimes
It can’t
Contain the
Dirth of
Emotion or
Accept its
Own drought
It’s then
When levees
Are breached
Sending torrents
Of insanity
Ashore saturating
Every one
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 