That One

O, to be that one

The singular focus

That eclipses the moon

In your sky

My timid heart

Pauses

Until emboldened

By hopeful promise

Fierce desire

Frightens

Yet

I want nothing more

A singular focus

Eclipses the moon

In your sky

O, to be that one

Scars

Scars are not all outside

Not all scars can be seen

Books not always written on the pages between

Scars show that you have healed

Scars show that you are strong

They are the beautiful grace notes of your life’s song

Heaven’s full of sinners

And Hell is full of saints

Portraits are not just made of canvases and paint

Scars show that you have lived

Scars show you’re still alive

Proving to the world that you know how to survive

So wear your scars proudly

Yes, wear those scars with pride

For they display the strength you have on the inside

The Tail Wags The Dog

Seems it’s the tail wagging the dog these days

With minority-rule the latest craze

People are no longer speaking their mind

Lest any person might think them unkind

And if just one person screams, “Objection!”

Bandwagons rally to their protection

And crush our Free Speech right under their wheels

Or, to me at least, that’s sure how it feels

No Better Nor Worse

Each person we meet

On any old street

Is fraught with imperfection

Though maybe unclear

To the eye or ear

‘Tis naught cause for rejection

Sitting on a seat

Or walking on feet

There ought to be reflection

So hoist up your beer

And toast without fear

We’re taught to seek connection

But For The Grace Of God

The wheels of justice turn painfully slow

Seemingly unnecessarily so

Terms like supposedly, allegedly

Just used to avoid liability

Lives on the balance of reasonable doubt

Make us ponder what justice is about

A crook on video, plain as can be

Claims plausible deniability

It’s good to remember, wise to take stock

We’d all change minds with our heads on the block