Spy Wednesday

Oh the wicked things we do for a few coins
Is it our fault, really?
We are told money is good and will solve problems
But will you have salvation?
Perhaps you should ask Judas Iscariot

Beast of Burden

No person of honor would ride on you
Beast of burden is your job description
Until that fateful day, your only job was to carry items from market to market
Then a gentle man appeared
He had a task for you like no other
You were to be his steed through the gates
It was a perfect job
For a day you got to feel like a horse
It wasn't until that gentle man hung on the Cross that his identity was revealed
King of kings

Broken

Where is a broken woman to go
Into the arms of another man
I say throw yourself at the foot of the Cross
Your pain is not a punishment, but an invitation
In time your cross will cease to inflict pain

Telling Mother

With our heads down, we tell mother
The pearl necklace is broken
The pearl necklace she wears to mass each Sunday
The pearl necklace that was going to be passed down to the first if us to get married.
What will happen to us?
We were not trying to hurt her
We just wanted to play
Ours face was one of disappointment and tenderness
She pulled us into her arms and whispered
You two are my most precious jewels.

The Lady

Armed, we were ready to kill each other
Nothing personal
Just following orders
In battle numbness consumed and only one thought took over
Kill or be killed
I saw him
With my rifle raised I was about to take him out
But the bright light
With my fingers splayed across my face I looked at that light
It was lady, beautiful, haunting
She had a calmness and a motherly beauty you only read about.
Her hand reached out as if to hold us
The killing stopped that day
Many walked away from battle
At least I did
Now everyday I seek that lady

Girl Knitting

Outside the world is in chaos

Every fifth person dead

People scrubbing germs away in the hopes of fighting off the beast

Unemployment, abuse, alcohol

If you are looking for a career, choose mental health

We're all going to need it

The crimes haven't started yet

Yet

Breathing is our only job

In a small corner, shut off from fear a girl knits

Beauty in the Gutters

At my lowest, I thought only of what I didn't have
Husband
Money
Job
Home
Love
Then staring at the gutter I saw something
A white rose that had been dipped in pink
The stem was broken, and the rose had been stepped on, but the beauty remained
Beside the rose was a medal with a lady on it
I picked up the medal hope it would bring me luck
No not luck, a miracle