dance with peace

alone i stand short like that smashed glass

ready to be scattered, to be interred inside

a grave yard with my brokenness

in body, mind, soul, and human ties

but with full of sap, that thick and thin

life affirming and life giving spirit alive

with masks thick and thin discarded

for dance naked with no dress rehearsal

to continue into eternity, a land

absent of ego and confusions

with love reigning and love raining

continuously i shall dance with peace

© henry victor     12.03.2012

sun in midnight

i am

with me alone

my tea-candle lit

wavering,

gently

silence surround

but the buzzing in my furnace

and an oozing, a little noise

in my laptop

remind the working well

peace? yes

no peace? yes

that beyond is mine

my quest

understanding? yes

not understanding? yes

that beyond is mine

my present

emptying, that self-emptying

a self-esteem found in Jesus

walking to his tree

lifted high, higher than

any social ladder could lift my soul

if possible, before my sleep

with no dream and no blanket

wool, cotton or the synthetic

most ticks those that itched

my mind and body have left me

looking and searching for other dogs

leaving me to heal the scars

they left on the skin of my soul

i sit alone contemplating

that balm that removes

stain on my spirit

will i find, or not

matter very little

to me now

but i am looking

with that midnight

sun

that matter most

henry victor     05.11.2011