Blessed BeThe children, the hungry,the poor, and the meek.The desperate souls who have nowhere to turn. Blessed be the cold, the tired, the weak.The myriad hearts who sleep when awake. Water, oh water,fall to the Earth,touch the tongues of the thirsty and lost.Save them from the heat of scorn and derision,let their hearts lead them…
Month: December 2018
Once, Once More
Running full forceAgainst the wallFlyingEven when I fall. I’m a laden sparrowA cannonball with wingsMassive, Disproportionate,Tied down without strings. The darkest flashlightYou’ll ever not seeIn pitch I can findEverything I need. Knocked downLife’s a beachSo once moreUnto the breach. John W. Allen12/30/2018
Spinning Compass
You know, today I’m tired. I’m not sure I know where home is anymore. I don’t know who my friends are anymore. All I seem to know is who I am. I know what I believe, and I know deep down inside I’m a person who could never bring harm to anyone, not intentionally. I…
A Holiday Blessing
Merry Christmas, and Happy Yule. May the Goddess guide your steps, and protect you in your travels.
Social Building
Edifice, Edifice,Broken and crumbling.All of humanity,naked and stumbling.No supports,No framework,Just rumbling.Brick by bloody brick,She falls,Her children gotumbling.Mortar denuded,Mortally wounded,A stature once proud,Now humbling.No need for bricks,They cry,No need for tricks,They chide,No need for repair,They don’t even try.The myth of the falling brick building,They say,Lying in her shadow,Leaning on her walls,content to stay. John W. Allen12/19/2018
Water Child
“Don’t take away. Only add.” This message came to me today, and I’ve been mulling over it. It was more than a little bit of inspired communion between myself and the Goddess. She called me a water child, and told me that the destinies we think we are shaping are not truly something we can…