The Potter's Hands

 In speaking with others, 

 Trapped in the day, 

 We cannot understand, 

 Coming back from tomorrow, 

 We cannot perceive, 

 Looking forward to the past,

 Within the lineage of moments, 

 Waiting all day for tomorrow, 

 Imagination lies trapped and stifled,

 Inside a fragment of possibility. 

 We are given free will to pray, 

 To God who is outside of time, 

 Not trapped within pages of the story, 

 Having to turn one by one, 

 God sees each spread before him, 

 Laid out upon the table, 

 Not limited in his focus, 

 Seeing decisions before they happen, 

 Knowing our joy before we feel it, 

 With patience God waits for us. 

 We ask in painful voices, 

 For things God already knows, 

  For needs God has already met, 

 We just have not seen the answer, 

 Trapped on the slow path in time, 

 Trying to catch up to the moment, 

 Where the answer finally comes clear, 

 Then we see the power of love, 

 Changing reality just like clay,

 Being shaped in the potter's hands. 

 And now comes the hidden truth, 

 For this love is a power God gave, 

 Even though we have weak hands,

 The heart never can fail,

 As we act in each others lives, 

 Making change that shakes the earth, 

 Spreading like fire between souls, 

 Which I see burning in your eyes, 

 Which is why nothing seems impossible, 

 When I see life through the heart. 

Fear

Where there is no love, fear reigns.

Your footsteps sound an echo,

The rhythm is not quite right.

Motion follows vision,

Or just a trick of light.

Your shadow sticks nearby,

The normal one you see,

While whispers in the silence,

Confirm what cannot be.

Cold flows from the shadows,

Spreading across the floor,

Escaping an airless room,

Through barely open door.

No sound can now be heard,

The crickets stopped their song,

While the voice within your heart,

Warns all of this is wrong.

Shadows point to shadows,

As true within the night,

While yours behaves quite oddly,

Angled towards the light.

In passing your reflection,

Conscience may not think,

As eyes close for an instant,

Your image does not blink.

Ice fingers touch your skin,

As delicate as a dream,

And wordless sound falls from you,

Within a shattered scream.

For some doors once open,

Can never be closed again,

This world hides in plain sight,

What is seldom known by man.

Things which seem unreal,

Which never could be near,

Are often walking with you,

Much closer than your fear.

The Blood of Ghosts

When we give up in life,

despair reigns victorious.

Some grips take hold,

And never let go,

Like a vice upon the heart,

With no means of release,

Frozen fast unmoving,

Spreading chill from inside out,

Fear spawning doubt,

No light within the maze,

All exits are concealed,

As horror becomes revealed,

The shadows of life have limbs,

Hands spreading across the walls,

Endowed with sinuous claws,

Taking hold of those with heart,

All stilled within their grasp,

Arms and legs held fast,

The air is taken from sound,

Silent screams fall to the ground,

Without bodies they never rest,

Shadows latch upon the best,

Following with every step,

With every motion,

Every thought,

Till ice flows through the veins,

Life continues with stilled heart,

Removing difference from true death,

For despair is the blood of ghosts.

Entropy's Cradle

The spirit awakes,

Checking reflection,

Image within a shell,

Either male or female,

The world is a movie,

An image like projection,

In the energy of light,

We move and we stand.

Nothing is real,

Nothing will last,

Try not to feel,

Never hold fast,

Do not consider,

What may soon be,

All is undone,

In entropy.

In shouted whispers,

The voices combine,

A tapestry of thought,

Hanging in the air,

Some threads of relation,

A patch of business,

Like a vapor it passes,

Into the emptiness of air.

Nothing is real,

Nothing will last,

Try not to feel,

Never hold fast,

Do not consider,

What may soon be,

All is undone,

In entropy.

Eyes see through eyes,

An invisible connection,

Passing through the noise,

Passing to the souls,

With different charges,

Sparks will occur,

With thoughts incurred,

Through this door of life.

Nothing is real,

Nothing will last,

Try not to feel,

Never hold fast,

Do not consider,

What may soon be,

All is undone,

In entropy.

As souls connect,

Hearts are awakened,

Love is not forsaken,

For creation is fruition,

Of love from the heart,

Love to imagination,

Imagery to the hand,

Reality has a start.

Nothing is real,

Nothing will last,

Try not to feel,

Never hold fast,

Do not consider,

What may soon be,

All is undone,

In entropy.

Time is the measurement,

Of  temporary things,

As entropy commands,

This changing world,

Forcing us to hold fast,

To things that are true,

For love makes eternal,

Our thoughts and souls.

All things are real,

No future or past,

The truth you can feel,

Of what truly lasts,

Of thoughts from souls,

The soul’s love will be,

The fuel of forever,

Beyond entropy.