Unpublished

Unpublished

And unheard

My words

Fall short

When they could

Be bold

In paperback

Or in print

But to me

It’s not important

What is

Is the process of creation

To practice

Daily

With patience

So I am set on that front

Nothing more that I want

Holding

Holding hope

Holding patience

In a time

When waiting feels wasted

Yet to listen

When people scream

So angry

That I’m not sure

What it all means

But change happens

Not in a day

But in a lifetime

So I am holding

Hope

That we can do better

One day at a time

Express Religion

Religion in sound bite form

Looses something

From the depth

Of a northern light

To the quick selling

Famine

Plight

Not even good

Or alright

Express religion

In its cheapest form