Angry Winds

tom — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 18:42:59 +0000

Angry winds
Blew through the trees
Snapping branches
Scattering leaves.
The toppling oak
Majestic and high
No match
For the fierce winds
That roared from the sky.
Flattening all that stood in its path
Nothing left standing
In the way of storms wrath.
Man ponders and tries
To reason why
Such anger and destruction
Rains from the Gods on high.
Everything in life has a reason
Our compassionate God
Tires of man’s treason.
Tom Fenning
5/27/2008

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Sifting Ashes

David Pekrul — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 04:50:32 +0000

I’m sifting though the ashes of a time before today,
When all was gray and misty and I could not find my way,
A time when I was on my own and searching for a path,
To lead me to a better life, one free of pain and wrath.

The ashes are so plentiful they fill the earth and sky,
I cannot reach the surface, though I try and try and try,
Oh, how I wish to travel back and choose another door,
But I can only look ahead and see the things in store.

The past was dark and dreary and the future is the same,
I try to point at others, but there’s only me to blame,
I wouldn’t stop to listen when they told me I was wrong,
So now I’m sifting ashes as I listen to their song.

My life is full of ashes of the future and the past,
And though I try to brush them off, I know the die is cast,
Although the Phoenix rises, it will never rise for me,
I’ll be the person who I was and who I’ll always be.

Then one day as I leave this life and ashes I become,
I’ll float up to the heavens and I’ll block the light of sun,
Then all will know the way it was, and for eternity,
I’ll pay for all my actions, buried deep in ash debris.

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