The Light In The Dark

Day in
Day out
Reports come
Of evil deeds being done
Child used as sex toys
Adults beaten to death
Teens committing suicide

Day in
Day out
Reports are told
Of nations preparing for war
Of genocides being committed
Of wars being waged

Yet in all of that
There is light
Of a man who stopped a jumper
Of women saving children
Of people intervening

The world is a dark place
And the news is not good
But there is hope and there is light
And if you cannot find the light
Then act for the light

Sun Ride

The orange sun sets on the western horizon
Gold and red light play across road and field
Painting white clouds purple, pink, and orange

Pair by pair, headlights burn to life
Minute by minute the roads become
Rivers of red and white lights

The steady hum of tires against concrete
Is drowned out by the throb of music
Or the rumble of powerful engines

A father heading home
Families ending vacations
And teens going on adventure

Each one on the road
Heading to their own place
At their own pace

The Darkness

The day is falling
Darkness is rising

I watch its march across the land
All that was once true and apparent
Become lost in shadows and mystery

The day has ended
The darkness is complete

Yet I still see light
In the glimmers of the sky
They twinkle and twirl

Beneath the tree limbs
Dancing among the shadows
Are the dancing light

So perhaps the darkness is not wholly evil
Perhaps it is to show the light in the deepest places.

How Strange

To be filled with joy
To be filled with peace
Yet not be able to write

When rage and sorrow
Well up within the soul
The words flow with ease

When lost in thought
When the spirit is heavy
Is it easy to write

Is it the curse of the poet?
Or is it the change in heart?

Will the darkness fade
Before the light of day?

Or will the pen become still
And the writer no longer write?