She walked in with a fractured heart,and eyes that held the day.But left beneath a broken sky,with all her colours grey.The world grew hard, the air turned cold,the stars forgot to shine.Yet far beneath the shattered ground,there stirred a root of vine.They crossed a door that should have stayed,Through hands that failed our trust.Warnings ignored,Continue reading “a broken sky”
Author Archives: Smith Shine Poetry
Haven’t Cried
I used to tell them I hated you.Then you died.Im sorry — I forgive you.Still I haven’t cried.The words came late – but true not offcast.Quiet – as a door closing on the past.Just the weight finally taken from my golden crown.And the silence where it used to live.Written down!
The Wolf
The violence did not leave me.Is a wolf without teeth good – or just harmless?I’ve proven I can destroy – tearing down to theground is easy.The question – could I stop?I still have my blade – but now also a sheath.And still I stand when chaos screams. now with a discipline – forged not found.AContinue reading “The Wolf”
Easter Saturday
The eve of Lenten’s weary old mileof prayerful days and the fasting trialA candle waits in flickering flameIn our victory we call His name.My sons laugh – sweet eggs in sightWe break and share – just one tonightMy wife prepares – the lamb is tenderI tell the boys of deaths surrenderThe table full – theContinue reading “Easter Saturday”
Two Tier
Corruption, riots, ambulances in flames.More terrorist plots – no media blames.Patriots protest – far right rage.Thuggery – before feet hit the cobbled stage.Before a word, before a sign.The verdict drawn the fault assigned.Muslims with swords nothing to seemosques filled with knifes – nobody cries.An Englishman with banner – jailed and dies.Two sides shout – falseContinue reading “Two Tier”
Lord Have Mercy
I have stood in pain and called it lifeAs I grew – a pint in hand masked the strifeBut in the quiet – now the cheers are goneI hear the spirit – I thought I’d outrunNot from the steel I kept close by my sideNot in the noise nor the things that I hideBut inContinue reading “Lord Have Mercy”
The Spirit
The spirit stands strong – the candles aflameIt wakes in prayer – in heavens name.But muscles tire – eyes fall shutWill alone – wont stand the cut.Between the pain and failing breath.Would I choose faith – until death?His grace descends when strength runs dry.Lord, my soul it longs to try.
Prayer Rope
I sit scared with brass knuckles an knife.Yet useless they lie – dark spirits seek life.I rise for battle – grab my prayer rope.I call on Christ – the source of all hope.Through spirit and chants – have mercy on me.Each knot a firm strike – no steel can be.In the quiet of battle myContinue reading “Prayer Rope”
Unconscious Force
My attention adrift on narrow roadsan unseen wind decides.In a candle flicker I hear a whisperof an incoming tide.Old memories I see – my hand uponthe wheel.Incense – The Word – The Icons.In buried echoes I start to feelDid I choose where my eyes did rest?The truth my mind eyes see?Beneath the smoke and fireContinue reading “Unconscious Force”
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When you brew on your resentment, God only knows what your letting possess you. Dr J. B. Peterson
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