Category: Poetry

Vision of Confluence

Vision of Confluence

As it was foretold of old,

The birth of the one with eyes like the sun.
Causing warmth for some;
Causing others to run.

Born of a virgin,
Miracles ensue.
The fleece is dry,
Yet there is dew.

Sheep of the right,
Bask in the light,
Shining within,
No knowledge of night.

Goats of the left,
Burn in the light,
Shining without,
No knowledge of right.

Buried at birth,
Foreshadowing seed,
Foreknowing the sorrow;
Extent of the bleed.

Word placed in a manger
That we may feed,
To conquer sin,
And mend the need.

Nativity Within

Nativity Within

A man on a mountain, prophecy is born, 
A ram in a thicket caught horn by horn.
A mother at a cross all dressed to mourn, 
A Lamb with a crown wrapped thorn by thorn.

A God clothed in flesh; Light became man. 
A Rock of offense upon which we all stand.
A plan before the foundation began, 
A plan to exchange our foundation of sand.

A choir of angels announce the coming King, 
A flock of shepherds hear the sign as they sing. 
A group of wise men with gifts they bring, 
A child is to be born, a Godly offspring.

A woman with child, contemplating the sign. 
A virgin which truly bore the true Vine. 
A devil comes and seeks to malign. 
A Serpent is crushed by the weight of bloodline.

A cave in the silence, a cave in the night. 
A baby is born; God and man unite. 
A cave in our hearts longing to be made bright. 
A darkness where God said, “Let there be Light.”

Heart of Flesh

Heart of Flesh

The depths of darkness in our heart,
Covered oceans deep.
Then God said, “Light, depart-
Go and find my sheep.”

Thus Light went, new Eve to meet,
Found dwelling in her womb.
God formed His head, hands, and feet,
Her nature he assumed.

Heaven and Earth unite by Light;
Darkness had to flee.
The blind restored with their sight,
And wooed the harlot free.
Not All Things Within A Cage

Not All Things Within A Cage

I was inspired to write a poem when I was in a warehouse one day. I saw that there was a section of the warehouse that had a cage with expensive computers within it. This got me thinking about the nature of cages and why they exist. I began to contemplate how cages contain something valuable, something worthy of our love. And yet, despite this, there is one exception. There is one thing that is tragically caged without being valued: the black man. The sadness of such injustice provoked the creation of this poem.
What is a cage?
What is contained therein?
“It’s always something of value.”
I say, touching my chin.

We cage our dogs when left alone,
We cage our birds too.
For their protection in our homes,
Our beloved zoo.

Electronics caged at the store,
The value much too high.
Designed for care; love and stare.
Designed to catch our eye.

Not all things within a cage-
Are valued endlessly.
There is something despised of all-
Never to be made free.

One so wretched, so depraved,
We must avert our eyes!
Black man so wretched, so depraved,
We curse and hope he dies.


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