Love Is What Tips The Balance

Smoke clouds billow, choke, and roll;
Bleak is the day and
Dark is the night,
And yet we stand in fight, flight, fright or freeze,
Instead of voicing truth and hope—
We speak aloud discordant tones
Of beliefs and choices,
Emotions and retaliations,
And of theologies and doctrines
Personalised through carefully crafted filters of ‘good versus evil’ and ‘evil versus good.’

Softly, Gently

Softly, gently,
I unfurl my wings
And rise on the life of Your breath
Into timeless places
With no beginning and no end,
And I am found in You, Perfect One. 
You’re my place of constant rest,
Where I am absent from the stuff, spit and clay 
Of my own mess....