The Falcon

The Falcon

 

Oh, bird of prey
you came my way
On a cold and cloudy day.
I froze in fear
And begged for you to please go away.
Suddenly, you swooped to earth–
And a sparrow met his last day.
Then I watched as you flew
Back to your branch so high–
Cocking your head, spreading your wings
And looking at me with a glare so fierce
I almost cried.
And then in the stillness of the morning
I swear I heard you say–
“It would be very wise for you to learn
how to pray–today!”

Turning Point

Turning Point

 

Misty vapors of tranquility surround her
Encasing life in a distorted, forgotten
dream.
The Wind Blows…
And unmasks the hidden foe who
wanders in the dark on the brink of reality.
The vapors dissipate
And it stands naked in the light of
Self-discovery.
The soul plagued with veiled desires
is overwhelmed with indecision.
An illusion of security?…
Or a tangible tenacity?
Two worlds…one soul cannot inherit.
One choice…end a dream or forsake reality.
One foe…solicitude stifling strength.
One person…to choose to exist?…
to be Free?