Spirit Eagle

Aloft this summer breeze
in folds of blue and granite wall,
mixed in aspen’s hush and quake,
my spirit eagle calls…
Reflection’s truth in echo found,
muted distance o’er pine swept ground,
I search for truth’s horizon,
blend rise and dive in balanced stall…

O’er eons have I flown this map,
where stream bed valley holds the lay
of rocky domes and waterfalls,
so many souls have passed at play,
or struggled hard through winter’s grip,
endurance depth drawn by will,
above I’ve watched it all, and still
within this alpine valley stay.

Of those in passing, befriend I, none,
but stand as sentinel and silent guard.
Beseech to greater spirit, hope
that what’s witnessed here in nature’s charge
is taken forth as kindest lesson,
stirs those souls in God’s own blessing,
that change may play each man’s last card,
thus build a deeper truth
in fabric spun from nature’s love and balance…

Aloft this gentle breeze, in valance,
my spirit eagle calls…

Eve of Revolution

How far will the lies descend,
midst the drowning truth of those who care?
When will the raping end
and set free the valued truth to dare
look strong into tomorrow,
to gather strength form yesterday’s sorrow?
When will the crossroads bare the honesty,
integrity and courage to care?

Such crossroads blend in time,
recurring often, but too many blind
to where such vision averts,
as the “head down” plodding of society works
to the favor of the shameless few,
who wrap morality around what they do,
while God’s world shutters from the weight of ignorance,
while peace is drowned out in the blood of the innocent.

We, in union, come here to call the truths of our republic.
Force, by action, if might be drawn,
drive revolution to face the strong
black stench of years of lies,
and break corruption, open eyes,
yield truth in values of compassion’s making,
that our children’s hope, with tomorrow is waking!
Feel the edge of black in life!
Know to raise up against the strife
and drive the black oppression down,
with honesty, right, and concerted sound
of our voices set as one!
God’s values held and lies undone!

Yet today at crossroads such peril lay
in those who refuse to look, or stray
from what the blacken lies profess.
For it’s courage that will bring such hell, undressed
to stand in light of God and truth,
show what’s right and in such, proof
that our truths are held within us –
Tomorrow stand together in single voice,
move the moment now, in choice,
and so enact our honest will
to repair the damage, undo the hell
and set our nation right!

Yet in this darkened eve before,
I fear the careless mass ignores
the blinding light of tomorrow.
Yet I’ll pray – and speak –
and never retreat!
For my children I strive,
this darkness to defeat!