My November song..
My November song I told the Spring sky, I am in the November of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I slowly built my mini-rock garden of… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Christianity
My Wednesday prayer..
Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer, an old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading
Blood in, blood out..
Blood in, Blood out.. Little boys and girls grow up and become men and women. They were raised watching war, violence and hate. What did we teach them? What did we leave behind… Continue reading
The threads of life. Fate and destiny..
The threads of life. Fate and destiny.. Old man whispered. Behold a man who didn’t believe in the goddesses of the thread of life.Us foolish men believe we rule the world. The dear… Continue reading
The earth, the sky and the water..
The earth, the sky and the water… I found my Apache friend at the Fort Hood entrance. I brought him some fruit and some coffee. He saw the sadness in my face this… Continue reading
War is a sin my friend. Hate is a sin my friend.
Men of hate keep a-coming. Never again. Sweet words that lasted but a few moment in time. (Young Johnnie waiting to go home.1992 photo. Top photo.) Is this the end my friend? A… Continue reading
Blood and wine..
( Death Valley. Took my unit six months to clean up bodies and damaged vehicles.) Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the… Continue reading
Dear God..
Dear God.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry God is in our heart. In what we say and do. God is not found in the church. It is how we look at life and how… Continue reading
We are just bones/ flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust..
We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day. We… Continue reading
Brother peace, Sister love..
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. ( Old poetry. The world had not changed.) I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last… Continue reading