This poem is in memory of my creator, my mother
Harlon, Tehacapi, CA
In ancient lands both near and far
A promise made in sacred Word
The wise men sought by distant star
Be it seen or be it heard.
Angels voiced in shepherd’s hearts
The promise of the Birth fulfilled
Man’s curse of banishment departs
As all who rise in faith are healed.
In darkened day of wintery chill
As barren nature shrinks with death
The word is heard while all is still
In precious sound of baby’s breath.
What innocence in manger lay
A gift to free the captive soul
The Bread of Life in bed of hay
Who have himself to make man whole.
O Christmas bells, do sound thy ring!
Announce to all the newborn King!
A song for joy for all to sing!
The greatest gift this Birth will bring!
O Light Divine, O Christ within
Be born to all the lost this night
Shine from the heart and free from sin
The weary soul in need of Light.
May Light be born in man today
May Life arise from nature’s tomb
May Truth arise to guide The Way
The Word of God, Divine Bridegroom.
Alexis, Holdenville, OK
I was sitting in my cell last night
Very lonely and depressed you see
When the bossman stopped at my door
And said he had a letter there for me.
Now who could that be from?
Was the thought going through my mind.
I hadn’t heard from any of my old friends
In such a long, long time.
So, I looked down at the envelope
And saw a name I used to know.
One who had been a friend
And a lot of years ago.
I was afraid to open it up
And even more scared not to.
What would she have to say?
Oh, this is too good to be true!
My hands were shaking oh so hard
And my heart was racing, too.
As I pulled the letter out
And began to read it through.
She told me about her family
Who had been born and who had died.
When she told of pain that she’d endured
I just sat down and cried.
I thought back to a time
When I had hurt her bad.
You see I walked out on her
When I was all she had.
Colorado City, CA
To All the Little Boys’ Fathers
What If I Died In Prison
Lemon yellow, Prussian blue,
Arturo, Beaumont, TX
Do Not Look Down Upon Our Fall
Out of the Soul