Frank (Black) Blacharczyk Poems

unquestioning faith
propaganda sweet like candy
follow the yellow brick road
paved with good intentions
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I love my daughter
My God loves me you know
We all have an Absalom
A little in you and me
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Once upon a time it was called the Great War
Alright it wasn't a great war said the dead
Not according to the unknown soldiers
Blown away somewhere out there
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In my time of need
as a young man I sat in the pew staring just staring
at the stained glass windows speaking to me
more than any sermon
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Though I fall and fail He is my healer
Like He did for so many when He walked
When I lose my way in the darkness
I look for the light switch for He is my light
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It is a dangerous thing to be a lone voice
Living in this wilderness
Where do I find the time to say
I love you
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Fell in love I didn't know how,
How love turned me inside out
It isn't easy being me
Can't run away from myself
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He walked into angry winds words
at every turn
walked into raging rains questioned
at every turn
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Miracles Don't Grow on Trees
The men grieved quietly yet weeping could be heard
while carrying the boy to his grave
The boy's soul was a runaway soul
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The crucified thief had no escape
No one to cry or to say good bye
No past no history only a thief condemned
With another who was born with a choir of angels
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