Leave me alone, who cannot bear the light
to shine upon the life we might have known,
If one had stood among us who dared,
but lacking one leave me to weep alone.

Some there were who were by terror seared
and paralyzed they stood in horror mute
Save one who would not turn away from love
who loving love knew of no greater fear.

Find me such a one who bearing life
will stand unbowed by what time sweeps away,
who knowing love knows those who live without,
know loss greater than any time conveys.

Spare me but one whoever it may be,
whatever color, race, gender or age
that I might wash their feet content that grace,
should leave me with a friend and unafraid.

Dark matter


The expenditure of our energy, in relationship to work we understand clearly,
whether accomplished, or necessary but as yet undone.

Yet little note that which we expend on resistance,
opposing that to which we will not yield,
be it duty, gravity, or grace.

Seeing our lack of initiative far differently, than concession to anothers purpose.

Inertia is the aftermath of creative expression
while all we are and do and know
our vector and it’s afterglow.

Entropy, the womb-like darkness
surrounding this pebble of blue and green,
pulls our seed into a greatness
as yet unimaginable.