IRIS AND OTHER THINGS – A COLLECTION

Visions of deeds done in fleeting seconds haunt long hours, days, weeks and years of effort.

“To dream or not to dream,” ruminates the Bard.

I CALL YOUR NAME

I see the grain and call Your Name. Can’t they see it’s all the same?
I see the grain and call Your Name.
Can’t they see it’s just a game?
Sons and daughters cry in pain. Can’t they see there is no gain?
I see the rain and call Your Name.
Can’t they see through the pane?
I see the lame and call Your Name.
Can’t they see there is no strain?
I see Your world dancing beyond their gate.
Can’t they see it’s not too late?

IT’S A YES! NOW!

Flashing and disappearing, yeses and nos
come in rapid succession.
The war of yes and no, always pushing, always pulling. Sometimes