Saint Eule Poems
Remember The Goose
I awoke to the bird calling outside my window,
A new day has begun, my mind is hungover with thoughts of yesterday.
A wild goose is heard in the distance.
The bird seems to be calling for his nestlings, probably long
dispersed in the forest.
The goose seems to be have purpose, his trumpet is sure, he knows
others will join the journey to a more lavishing sunrise.
If only I was as sure as the goose, free to sail the sky with
a natural compass.To go north or south as the need arise.
My mortal mind has recently learned of a friend who has passed.
A tear ...
Pawns Of Refuge
Pawns of refuge, rooks lay in wait - the game was played, who took the bait. Our true beginnings lost in the sand, ebony or ivory a promise in hand? Does it really matter the color of skin or the heart of the man that is planted within.