The Most Dangerous Thing One Can Do
The most dangerous thing,
One can do,
Is to,
Tell the truth,
The sentence,
For which,
One way,
Or the other
Is always,
Death!
Life as a Boat
Entering upon,
The waves of time,
The wooden hull,
Sinks.
Revenge
Torn necklace,
Barren throat,
Disconnected beads,
Threads of death.
The Ship of Life
Aboard the ship of life we sail,
From birth to death...... our body a jail,
With ticket in hand,
Yet no place to land,
The ship will sink, but the spirit shall prevail.
Isn't It Amazing
Isn't it amazing,
How men,
Who have chosen,
To hate each other,
Seem not,
To remember,
What they have always,
Had in common,
The fact,
Of their humanity,
The fact,
That they have each,
Been created,
In the image,
Of God.
Good News on the Gridiron
There seems,
To be,
Movement in,
The extremities.
Death
And then death,
Wind of the Spirit's sweet breath,
Blown upon her body,
For the last time.
Written for my mother-in-law, Mrs. William Neal Phelps, a week before she died.
You Can't Kill a Dead Man
You can't kill a dead man,
And,
Believe me,
I am not afraid to die.
Lily Pads of Love
Lily pads of love,
Scattered,
Throughout time,
Like the buds,
Of springtime's birth,
Life coming back,
From the edge,
Of death,
A promise,
Of something better,
To come.
