your grace

spray me with your grace

until i am soaked in rain

of your love (reigning the world

to bind the wounds of deep hurt

caused by callous creatures, a disgrace

in heaven and on earth);

inspire and provoke deep within me

your forgiveness, a contrast

to my vengeance, revenge-filled

thoughts that translate

into my speech and louder acts

discrediting your image in me

henry victor    28.07.2010

silenced

after i heard that ‘shut up’

right inside my ear

suddenly

an invisible monster

a formless fear

entered my abode

and silenced

my tattered couches

and the cushions

that continuously echoed

and re-echoed

those foot-falls of your soft feet

now i continue to float

with the music of your silence

sounds instructing my soul

dancing your songs

even after you had left

at the day’s end

the old man’s house is bereft

of a constantly chirping bird

in whose eyes hung my hope

giving me direction

for my remaining distance

to cope with courage

my pilgrimage to heaven’s gate

that final bed warm and soft

requiring no brain

to discern

to stop at red

henry victor                  12.02.2013

costly play!

i do not claim to discern Him well

but i’m certain too many will yell

if, with confidence, i dared to tell

for His play this world and my kind

He did fashion placing folks like me in a stable hell

He always does bring me a copper

when i beseech Him for a dollar

part of that He also expects me to offer

in His temple as the plate is passed for offering

kicking me hard as if i’m not His toddler

i quickly run to Him for rain for my lawn

desiring in sight and in heart much green

He does give me much rain for my lawn

drowning also the earthworms, the jugular vain

maintaining my green, impoverishing my lawn

i do not claim to discern Him well

but i’m certain too many will yell

if, with confidence, i dared to tell

for His play this world and my kind

He did fashion placing folks like me in a stable hell

henry victor      05.05.2007

look at my scribble

i look at my poems

and my face yields a smile

constantly i look at past promises

and tears instantly heap inside

i know this plaque, these assurances

not lived to flower in my garden

constantly kills my cellular life

that sullenly slows my flow

hence i turn to watch justin

my grandson scribble my scrapbook

constantly looking into my face

grinning, bulldozing my moments

to sculpt a funny image

to permanently install in my heart

constantly with no consciousness

carving a memoir with my jotting

© henry victor     10.04.2011