Poetry – Page 91 – Picking Up Roots

Sins Revealed

the rain came sideways
in steady gray sheets,
riding the furious gusts
that tore at the windows
and tossed about
all that wasn't weighted down;

the light show upon the black canvas
flashed a dangerous disco,
preceding the vicious cracks of thunder
that fragmented the night,
further darkening the sky;

too many saw it as a cool storm,
a hard rain,
another day,
to the those willing to open eyes,
it was another sign
of our deepening sin

The C-Suite Asks

what more can they take

what are you willing to give

it is not the demands that break us,
but how we choose
to accommodate them -
how much are we willing to give -

we have the power to back away,
to cut our own path
through the world,

this doesn't define us

if we don't allow it,
they can't take everything

Music

the sound is haunting
in its beauty
as it rises and falls,
echoing in the halls 
of the heart,

the soul of this music
fills the cavernous depths
of the spirit,
its emotion tugs at the heart,
demanding it feel;

one haunted voice
rises above the melody
calling the ear to love;
it moves the depths,
filling in the holes 
of the unknown -

it brings life