Cary Briel

Happy, yes!
You asked, so I’ll answer
Though I’ll have to admit
Life of late’s such a blur;

It’s not as it was
With its goings and comings;
Kids’ games that are past
But new dreams of becoming

Something different!
But what?
Only God knows that;
Doors will open or shut;

I’d prefer open!
Maybe I’ll pray?
Though my beliefs say it’s moot,
At any rate, I’ll pray;

It’s not really that
I think He won’t hear me;
Of course He hears
To each and every degree;

It’s if it’s decided or not?
That’s the question at hand
But should it have been
Then my prayer, too, is planned.

Gape out
Behold your vineyard
O lonely son
Of Swineherd;

Behold–
What did you expect to find?
Respectful logic
Of your own kind?

Or Idol
Vexed to nightmare?
Pitiless?
O ruthless stare!

Snow falls
And all that seemed so hopeful
Did cease before His eyes;
Beneath winter’s white
Lies a smile hid by sighs;

There she lay
Dead to all– city streets– prophets cease;
People pass, but do not suffer
To remove the body
No– not even cover;

They step by
They try to keep their eyes transfixed
Ahead– so not to sight
Love lost, as it were
Biding deep beneath the white.