healing

healing i need to focus

i need to grasp

but it is a little stone

smooth and slippery

too small

for my oily fingers

to confidently grip

to store in my soul

but more colourful

and easily graspable

distract my eyes to play

with, tempting my fingers

but i remain resolute

to that stone, uncut

appropriating in heart

the healing to heal

henry victor      07.03.2007

combining

i lack no strength, courage, hope and love

but a sense of purpose, in my heart is absent

to translate abstract godly virtues into acts

putting merits in a fleshy body, mind and soul

making human values to become a living being

walking, talking, dancing and singing with joy

to combine into a single feathery bird, those two

the dancing peacock and the singing cuckoo

or the eagle soaring higher to dive into chasm deep

and the hen scratching surface and embracing chicks

to protect from that devious, dirty raven who steals

not just the light but every little creature on this soil

© henry victor     19.08.2010

wholeness

this jigsaw puzzle, the many hundred
pieces, now needs to be assembled
put together for the unfolding of a perfect
picture, that one wholeness

but who will put this together

before it is either dumped in a ditch
or, cremated to make a handful of ash
to be scattered in hearts of none

should this bud needs to be nipped

without that granting of a go-ahead
to wholeness, a flowering and fruition
the purpose of a being, a becoming