Silent having been
Brought to my
Knees by a
Crippling blow I
Remain still gathering
Thoughts and awareness
Calculating a strike
Or surrender I
Remain humble at
Last the hand
Of God turns
My head to
The heavens assuring
That this defeat
Is but one
Battle in this
Thing called life
Having is not
A sin neither
Is gathering keeping
Is
If one has
It must be
Given and shared
This is communion
Take what morsels
You possess a
Crumb a drink
Even your smile
If you are
Rich enough to
Have you are
Wealthy enough to
Offer to others
Including your love
Give freely often
Is not love
Love in countries
Far and wide
Love is judged
Love is the
Presence of God
If He has
Given one the
Capacity to express
It then He
Is the only
One to judge
To whom it
Can be shared
I wonder what
If we were
Happy having what
We have rather
Than wanting what
We don’t I
Wonder if there’d
Be less conflict
And more acceptance
I’m happy with
What I don’t
Have satisfied in
Knowing that my
Baggage is only
Filled with those
Things and people
Important to me
I know now
That my time
In Charlotte is
But a resting
Place soon my
Wings will carry
Me to my
Spiritual place somewhere
In the high
Deserts of New
Mexico where I
Will finally roost
And make peace
With my Gods
