Storm of Storms
By Richard H. Fay
Mother Earth cries;
Tempestuous rains fall.
Mother Earth sighs;
Tumultuous winds blow.
Mother Earth heaves;
Calamitous waves break.
Mother Earth grieves;
Ruinous rage destroys.
In All Battles, God is at Your Side
By Richard H.Fay
Go box a gorilla —
God is on your side!
Go punch a lion —
God is on your side!
Go kick an elephant —
God is on your side!
Go slap a shark —
God is on your side!
Go jab a bull —
God is on your side!
Go smack a cobra —
God is on your side!
Go choke a bear —
God is at your side!
Go find a brave new way to die
And God will be at your side.
I Keep Worrying
By Richard H. Fay
I keep fretting over the state of the world.
My weary heart keeps pounding in my chest
As these ringing ears hear frightful predictions
Made by scientists warning of Earth’s doom.
I keep dwelling over the sorry state of things;
Dire thoughts have me living in constant dread.
A rolling dark pall keeps dimming my dreams
And blinding my mind’s eye to sunnier vistas.
I keep running away from the rancorous strife
Tearing this precious world apart by the seams,
But these ever-moving feet get me nowhere fast
And the spreading hate keeps troubling my soul.
I keep praying for some peace and tranquility
Desperately trying to raise my flagging spirit.
An endless worrying, a ceaseless brooding,
Keeps dragging me down into a lightless void.
My Fortress
By Richard H. Fay
I build a crenelated wall
Around my embattled soul
As a defense against people
To protect an embittered heart
Broken far too many times
By unempathetic persons.
I stand upon stout battlements
Defending my wounded spirit
From assaults by chance sentiments
That might lead me astray
And tempt me to open those gates
Shut tight against human emotions.
I bind myself to the ashlar blocks
Of this inviolable mental fortress
So none may ever coax me to leave
The safety of its stony embrace
And find comfort from the warmer
But fickle love of fellow mortals.
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