Poetry ~Courier and the Cleric

Thunderous bells tolled from the church high tower
filling the kingdom with fear in the midnight hour.

"Who dares enter god's tower in the dark of night,
waking the kingdom with no moon in sight?"

"'It is I replied the courier," message in hand.
"I travel with word of a black death that ravishes the land."

"Quiet, you fool!" the Cleric chided in a hushed tone.
"There will be no black death with god on our throne!"

"Dear sir, I implore you, the death knows no gods.
Reject the black death and you increase the odds,

of suffering and loss of your faithful flock.  
For the black death will enter your kingdom and not bother to knock!"

Poetry ~ The Power of Silence

you need not suffer in this season of despair
the answer to your suffering is to become aware

the answer is not seen, nor is it heard
it is not known through pictures or words

it is a potent force not easily understood
it does not boast thus its power is obscured

surrendering to silence is the answer you seek
quiet the mind and suspend your critique 

take shelter in silence to endure the storm
silence of the mind has the power to transform

Poetry ~ The Terror

are we on the other side of terror?
there are those who say it is so
yet I fear terror has taken hold
it traveled through my town
on one unsuspecting soul
but it did not stretch
its long arms down
the  back roads or
come knocking 
at my door
i am socially distancing
lest the terror wants more
the terror knows no bounds
it quakes the great cities and
slithers through rural towns
in search of the unprotected,
the doubtful, the unmasked
the terror is unleashed
i fear we are not on
 the other side of 
terror, we are in
the belly of the
 beast!