A prayer for a friend

In a quiet corner of the old church,

where shadows flicker on timeworn stones,
I cast a weave of whispered prayers for you,
A tapestry of pleas and wishes; weaving
a guardian angel to watch over you.

Each delicate silky thread of prayers,
Woven with countless hopes and wishes,
Forms an armor of protective shield,
May they protect and rejuvenate you,
Like a miracle conspired by the universe.

With each whispered prayer, our wishes take flight,
For health renewed and strength returned.
Our prayers, a heavenly manifestation,
Brighter days await you tomorrow.
Get well soon, my dear friend.

Rebellion in Pajamas

Dawn tiptoes and peeks through the curtains,
And my alarm blares "Rise and shine, for
Life awaits beyond the comfort of your bed!"
Yet my leaden body bed me down like an anchor,
As I wonder, should I rise or should I starve?
And why must I merely survive, when I can live?

Uncomfortably, I linger in slumber's embrace,
While reality waits, tapping its impatient foot.
My body, oh, it's no clockwork machine!
It carved rest, pajamas, blankets and pillows,
To oil the gears and cogs of my tired soul,
For sometimes 'living' wears pajamas.

And when I finally rise, reluctant yet renewed,
I know this truth: Rest is rebellion,
A quiet revolution against the grind,
A reminder that living transcends survival.

The Summer Breeze

The deathly stares of the summer sun
Piercing through the dense green leaves
Unearthing the bones hidden beneath
In the stillness of the scorching air
Burning the body to torment my soul
Yet the chaotic struggle is my peace
For I have accepted the toll.

     The sun may cause my skin to burn
     But within my spirit takes its turn
     To rise above the pain and strife
     And find a calm within this life
     Standing strong and true
     To find peace in all I do.

The Winter Calls Me Home

Sure as the season changes and winter sets

Like basic instinct kicks the birds to migrate, 

My instinct calls me to the mountains

To the cozy nest that my parents built

Linger I never, to heed that call

Sure as the winter calls, 

I'll surely be heading home

For within that little nest lays

All the love in the world for me

All the hopes and dreams -dead and alive

All the memories that weighted and lifted me

For I'm made whole by those yins and yangs

And sure as the season changes, 

I'll always have a place in that nest!