Sunday, March 31, 2013

Here the Wounded

Here the Wounded
By: R. A. Slater
03/31/13

Last spring my heart was broken
Crushed by a man whose name I never knew
Torn asunder and cast aside
Needing a place to heal
Helpless I searched for refuge
Hounded the fair white halls
Each time I was turned away
A scarlet letter branded on my soul
Heart still bleeding I wandered
The desolate wilderness highways
Until at last I found a spot to huddle
With yesterday’s castaways among the refuse
And there among the garbage I found hope
For here the wounded embraced their own
Stronger together we formed a new family
One who held each other up
And helped each other heal
Beyond surviving we began to thrive
For here there was no false unity
Just a common thread of need
Sewing us together
Hope springing anew among the hopeless
An eternal flower budding fresh this spring
As life takes wing and soars above
Here the wounded become something more

Thursday, March 28, 2013

In a Moment

In a Moment
By: R. A. Slater
03/28/13

Caught up in life’s happenings
I try in vain to keep up
So many things to do
So many places to see
I quite lose my breath
As a deluge threatens to drown me
A cyclone daring to stir up
A cacophony of cries
People demanding my attention
And my precious time
For when do I have time
To get caught up in a moment
And listen to the faint whisper
Of the woman I am inside
For failure to do so is my demise
The ceasing of a heartbeat