If I Am Counted Among the Departed

Someday I will be long dead

And someone will think of me

They will be no one I can hear

They will be no one I can see

In this time I shall feel nothing

Existing only in memory

May I exist as hope

In this future mental interaction

May I exist as love

Despite my corporeal retraction

May you feel me rise through you mind

A wave redirected by refraction

Through life’s tangled mass of possibilities

Pointing to a bright new direction

Gene G. McLaughlin 2020

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

 

 

Spring Bird

Spring bird in winter

Chirping hopeful song

Sun shining brightly

Chill not yet gone

Cat is thinking darkly

Song goes on too long

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015