I Come To Take Your Hate

This I write

To make true

Decency is not lost

Love is not diminished

Grace is not absent

I come to take your hate

I will turn the hot stone

Into a cool wind

Fire only consumes

Remakes the world

In its own image

Of ash and ember

This I do

So that you may know your own sound

Breathe

Hear your heart

The beating

Of the engine

Hear the blood

How it flows

With quiet force

The sound

Of your fingers

As you gently

Rub their tips

Together

This is the sound of time

Without the weight of years

This I give to you

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

 

 

An Artist’s Heart

One good moment

A spark of art

A souls movement

A missing part

Grace captured

From promising start

To the brief rapture

Of an artist’s heart

Gene G. Mclaughlin 2016

The Heart Will Beat Till It Don’t v2

Watermelon Heart

The sun will burn till it doesn’t

The heart will beat till it don’t

Worry is a thing I wouldn’t

Do because I won’t

Manage the details and aspects

Of that I cannot control

So I’ll let the world sort through it’s cycles

And ease the burden and toll

Of the weight that builds up sometimes

At the base of my neck and my spine

I’ll listen to the wind, rain, and earth’s hum

And my thoughts will become once again mine

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

There Is A Heart With Wings

Heart on Blue Mountain

There is a heart with wings

That flies beneath a golden sun that illuminates its shape

Brightening the dark of its red

Sometimes the heart moves gently

Jostling in the air that surrounds it

It does not lower or fade, at least as the mortal eye can see

The heart is and shall be eternal, from some points of view

Made of paint, nails and wood

Containing a message, if not possessing a name

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014