Moving Day ... a poem

Moving Day

Packed up all my bags

Boxed up all my belongings

Started to take old keepsakes

but stopped as I recalled the memories:

I can't take the heartache

I must leave the lies

I gotta trash time wasted

and donate indecision

I kicked fear to the curb

as the movers arrived--

the professionals, the friends, the wise ones who have moved on before--

and they helped me carefully carry only the things that mattered

I've found a new home--

The rooms are filled with peace

Contentment's in the carpet

Happiness is in the hardwood

Laughter's in the hallways, the yard

Courage is its curb appeal

I won't put old wine in new wineskins

Only the best Pinot Noir and Chardonnay

I'm on my way to restoration

It's on the other side of moving day.

-cdw-

1/18/16

the dichotomy ... a poem

the dichotomy

I struggle with
This land is not our home
but it's the only home we know

Dwelling in a forsaken land
unwanted for who we are
but exploited for economic benefit

Expected to combat violence
with peace
leaves me wondering when
there's a time for everything under the sun

Pondering when the God of Justice
will burn this place down -
as the flood drowned all evil
and the rainbow signified a new beginning -
From the ashes, rebirth will arise

Tonight, I write.
Tomorrow, I'll be in the streets
with my people
Surrounded by them

And now I realize Home is not a place
It never was
but Home is with the people I love.

~cdw~
11.26.14