Poetry Sunday~ Illusion

Ecc. 5:8 “If thou seest the oppression of the poor, and violent perverting of judgment and justice in a province, marvel not at the matter: for he that is higher than the highest regardeth; and there be higher than they.”

I tried so hard to simply take
A picture that’s real or is it fake?

Cheap camera in hand, I took a shot
The sunshine is real, the horse is not

Here they stand stellar in pose
Like riddles amid well-worded prose

Life sometimes is simply abstract
When digging among lie or fact

A political year wrought with lies
Manifested with a camera’s eyes.

Mystical Waterfall

Job 10: 12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

Mystical Waterfall

Walking to the waters crest

the sound of a spraying shower.

There amid the foliage guest

belies a hidden bower.

Mightily the water runs amid

this cove that I have found.

The moistened place no longer hid

with its forceful rushing sound.

My clothes I peel and lay aside

to wade this peaceful setting

I now become the water's bride

the fall my face is wetting.

My head tilts back just a bit

cascading water flows.

In this brimming abode I sit

away from worldly woes.

Serenity has a hold on me,

may its presence never cease.

Here alone to freely be

one with intimate peace.