Bricks and Mortar
Excuses rain down
Like the enemy of peace
While the hopeful warriors
Are riveted with anger
The plan is simple,
Thoughtful and kind
Just as feathers can lift
A bird to great heights
A rolling discussion
Can be a perfect strike
With attention to focusing
On the good of the whole
Let greed stand alone
And put brotherhood in its place
The night is waiting
For the clear morning air
Bricks and mortar
Opportunity and faith
Gratitude for the day
And a memory full of charm
© Mark Wesling, 10/2/08
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
This Wondrous Meeting, Mark Wesling, 3/2/04
This Wondrous Meeting
Simple gestures, we do wait
Our lives foretold and we wait
Our safest direction we debate
Get there early, don't be late
In each person's life, a moment comes
A guiding hand, some know from
Till the afterglow and we are done
And water flows and we are one
The paper curls and pencil moves quietly
I am thankful for this sobriety
Another time, my will would have fought me
The images not always so sightly
With miracles around every corner
I wish I could have really known her
Her graceful walk with garden flowers
Her beautiful voice, Rose, I call her
Well as the morning dances, I sew words again
They have always been a constant friend
I don't fear the night, for if it ends
And I don't ask why, how or when
In simple past and apples eaten
Life didn't escape me or leave me beaten
In the blink of an eye, I see the seating
The crowns of glory, this wondrous meeting
© Mark Wesling, 3/2/04
Simple gestures, we do wait
Our lives foretold and we wait
Our safest direction we debate
Get there early, don't be late
In each person's life, a moment comes
A guiding hand, some know from
Till the afterglow and we are done
And water flows and we are one
The paper curls and pencil moves quietly
I am thankful for this sobriety
Another time, my will would have fought me
The images not always so sightly
With miracles around every corner
I wish I could have really known her
Her graceful walk with garden flowers
Her beautiful voice, Rose, I call her
Well as the morning dances, I sew words again
They have always been a constant friend
I don't fear the night, for if it ends
And I don't ask why, how or when
In simple past and apples eaten
Life didn't escape me or leave me beaten
In the blink of an eye, I see the seating
The crowns of glory, this wondrous meeting
© Mark Wesling, 3/2/04
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Far and Wide, Mark Wesling, 4/27/07
Far and Wide
I would love to do most anything
From the corners to the outer ring
Each day I always try to sing
And be greatful for just everything
When you have nothing to lose
There's a chance to take
When there's nothing to prove
You have a clean slate
Picking pennies off the ground
Is a form of exercise
There's an apple in every tree
If you just open your eyes
If you believe in constant motion
And let the force carry you
You pass through every obstacle
Fufilling the work you do
If you listen to every reason
And be alive from the inside
The space you take for granted
Will lead to circles far and wide
© Mark Wesling, 4/27/07
I would love to do most anything
From the corners to the outer ring
Each day I always try to sing
And be greatful for just everything
When you have nothing to lose
There's a chance to take
When there's nothing to prove
You have a clean slate
Picking pennies off the ground
Is a form of exercise
There's an apple in every tree
If you just open your eyes
If you believe in constant motion
And let the force carry you
You pass through every obstacle
Fufilling the work you do
If you listen to every reason
And be alive from the inside
The space you take for granted
Will lead to circles far and wide
© Mark Wesling, 4/27/07
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