I am too distracted by the news to post anything much today. Here is a poem I once wrote that expresses how I feel.

The Words


I believe that words are a treasure gently mined with special tools.
And if carefully weaved together can make kings out of simple fools.

For in the hands of an artist they have the power to shape our fate.
But I must question whether I can do this, for the hour is growing late.

I have spent a lifetime struggling to write what I feel inside.
Yet every time that I am close, again I am denied.

So everyday I search for the words to ease my troubled heart.
Words to heal the wounds of a world that’s been viciously torn apart.

Words to make a war scarred warrior lay his sword upon the ground.
Words that bring smiles to a child, and chase away her frown.

Words that would convince a coward to finally face his fears.
Or to make a hate filled person’s eyes suddenly fill with tears.

Words with the power to dissipate hate and allow love to take its place.
Words to help a prejudice man see people and not their race.

Words to let a broken heart know that love is not far away.
And that every love is a precious love, even those that do not stay.

So I may be but a simple poet without the skill to attain my prize.
But the only one who is certain to fail is the one who never tries.

Gryphen