A blessing 
is simply 
what one
heart whispers 
to another 
in a
language that 
only the 
soul speaks

Like a bear
shaking off sleep 
and leaves and 
twigs so do
I the epithets 
launched at me 
a million arrows 
sent skyward without 
aim just misery
and I unshielded
duck and dodge 
vainly attempting to 
avoid the attack 
into a door 
I stumble maybe 
little more than 
a ditch in
which to hide 
smelling the carnage 
of my cowardice 

To have peace
one must maintain 
the peace that 
one has found 
me I clean 
my home often 
knowing that it
is the frame
wherein one can 
see the artwork 
of my serenity 

I can’t tell 
you the joy
that I feel 
looking at things 
and making another 
be it words
or vegetables or 
fruits and flour
oh such flavors 
but effort away 
just me and 
my little imagination 
creating such things 
as friends enjoy 

I simply speak 
the truth having 
found that lies
protect the guilty 
never the innocent 
the truth hurts 
in the beginning 
but the wounds 
that lies inflict
will never heal