Wind and Stars

Though night be long and hard
Though night be cold and empty
There is hope to still

Though the world be dark
Though the world be evil
There is hope still

Though there is no moon or sun
To sail by on sea and tide
There is hope here

To the heavens, the stars still shine
To the heavens there is light still
A little light in the darkness
Showing not all is lost
If only to look beyond sight

Though night seems endless
Though night seems friendless
There is hope still

Though night is empty
Though night is full of enemies
There is hope still

Here the wind comes strong and cold
But hope is held on that breeze
Of coming, dawn and new times coming
If only to see beyond the ice on the wind

Though the night be hard
Though the night be hard
Wind fills the sails
And stars light the way
Hope still lingers

Hold true to path to walk
Hold true to faith to see
There is hope still
If only to look beyond

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2018

The day has come once again
Among the blast fire in the sky
The sound of laughter all around
The shouts
The cheers
The drinks
The memories
One year ends
Another begins
Some with hope
Some with doubt
All around the world
One hour after another
People leave one year
And enter the next
Some with resolutions
Some with reservations
Yet all march forward
Willingly or not
So here to you
This day
For dusk was one year
And dawn will be another

Thankful

Turkeys are cooking
Families traveling
Snow is falling
And Christmas lights a’glowing

We count our blessings
Remembering the good things
Be they large or small
And giving thanks for all

But not all enjoy this season
Some have no reason
Some huddle beneath bridges
Some hide from relatives

When you pray and give thanks
Spare a moment and give a thought
To all those who are without
To all who are hurting now

Still

The morning breaks silent and still
Rows upon rows of men stand still
Their spears gleam in the light
Like a thousand lamps
Their shields polished silver and bright

The day gains strength
Rows upon rows of men prepare
Their hands grip weapons and shields
Ten thousand men stand ready
Ten thousand men stand still

A terrible horn is heard
Than the ground begins to shake
Out of darkness they come
A steady beat of feet against earth
Out of the darkness come men
Out of the darkness comes the enemy
Bronze shield form a living wall
A forest of spears follows

A terrible sight to behold
An army greater than had thought
On and on they pour through
Ten thousand men at the front
With many more following still
Hearts are shaken
And knees tremble at that sight

One man rides before the silver host
“Stand your ground!” He cries

Today we fight not for our own
but for our families
Today we fight not for our king
But for our love ones
Today we stand and defend

With a roar the silver legion cries
A wall of silver forms agains the wall of bronze
Silent in resolve
Weapons made ready
The silver host stands still
As the enemy marches on

Ten thousand feet
Five thousand feet
Three thousand feet
One thousand feet

Friday Thoughts: Fog


Fog.

To adults, a dangerous hazard while driving or walking about late at night.

To kids, a wonder of walking through a cloud.

To movie makers, a key element for suspense.

Fog is often used or seen as something supernatural or spooky. The harbinger of the monster’s arrival or the warning of some character’s death. In reality, fog can hide dangers in driving or hiking. Obscuring familiar landmarks while hiding holes or drop offs. Some people don’t like it.

But I rather like the fog, not for the thrill factor but fog changes things.

Fog strikes me almost like an artist painting over a photo. It warps familiar landscapes and scatters light in a strange way. People appear and vanish only a few feet away.

By walking through thick fog, one can easily see how fog was seen as doorways to another world. Maybe they still are. Not the magical or mystical doors of the ancient eras but the mysteries and wonders for artists and writers.

orange streets lights along a paved road in the early morning