Christ of Courage

God implodes in small portions
Unspecified horizons to come

Flailing for the binding ties
Searching for the rope of strength
Daring the quiet to make a move

Despite the arrows of deception,
One foot follows the other

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Ode to Reading Glasses

He slowly crept in my head
Innocent
He tickled my attention
Unexpected
He’s on the projection screen
Ovation
He’s a slapstick main event
Chuckle
His witty heart bruised
Accustomed
His roots are twisted
A labyrinth
His body is belligerent
Imprisoned
His branches are branchless
Scarce
His fingers beget his legacy
Vehicle
He’s a motherless father
Surrogate
He has food on his lips
Nourishing
He's as sincere as a dog
Soothing
He kisses my forehead
Blue contact
He lies in the lap of a sunset
Breathless
He makes me afraid
Distance

(for a man I'd like to call friend)