Love is Both a Path and a Guide ~~ Original Poems and Photographs by Rodney Standage, Gilbert Arizona

~~ Read Critically ~ Write Consciously ~ Speak Clearly ~ Tell Your Truth -Clint Smith





Sunday, November 19, 2017

The Sword

Peruvian Stone Works, Lima Peru, October 2005
They rushed the rifles, lance and swords?
For a cause that was another’s words
For moral truth or despotic greed
Yet rushed the sword indeed

Upon the ground lay all around
The men with mortal wound
They’d taken from another man
What God had given them

And in the moment of death inflict
Or mortal wound accept
Did they justify or lay aside
Their mind, their will and fate?

To sit where safe and contemplate
Just what before had taken place,
To bring what peace I’ve found,
What gratitude unbound.

I find it hard to ruminate
With others in a room ‘til late
We cry or laugh and then recess,
Step through the door on our egress

Lives thrown away, if not today,
Then yesteryear - tomorrow
To take from men all they have
Has surely brought some sorrow

Lofty circumstance falls short!
Is every cause a grand affair?
Worth living or worth dying for?

Not all! Yet a few surely are.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

The Quilt



Pens and squares of colored cloth
Denise's Quilt, Gilbert Arizona, made October 2016
To friends who then knew she had lost
A battle where there was no cure
They wrote kind words to comfort her

Soft colored cloth in patterns sewn
The quilt on stands upon the ground
They tied it off and stitched the edge
Presented it as she lay in bed

She’s long since passed but I retain
All the things that she obtained
Among the prized I have this quilt
It goes with me when I’m about

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Autumn


Tarantula on Granite Mt Trail, Prescott Arizona, October 2017

As sun moves to the southern sky
The shadows shift and weather’s shy
The autumn days though shorter still
Are more than welcome here

I move outdoors with cooler days
Spending time and longer stays
I do not grudge the summer heat
The autumn breeze I appreciate.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Silent Suffering


Birds of Prey, Jay's Bird Barn, Prescott Arizona, October 2017

I walked through the forest tall and green
And came upon a grove far seen
White ash stood straight and fair
In contrast to the others there

I gaze upon a fallen trunk
T’was wedged between his fellows three
Now twisted splintered cracking and broke
As brothers grew compressed contort

I thought upon the silent strain
Apparent in the fractured grain
I pondered, yes, no cry from wood
Adapted the best they could

Sunday, October 22, 2017

What I Love


New Recruits, Mormon Battalion Museum, San Diego California, August 2017

I closed the book upon a page
Root-like thoughts my gracious wage
Inspired words piercing deep
Soothing answers calmly seep

An image clear in my mind’s eye
The where! The why! What lack I.
To wander since reason die
My purpose seems a hollow cry

She died! She’s gone!
I serve no one
Haze is the meaning of
What I love.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Heroes


Lover's Beach Cabo San Lucas Mexico September 2017

I told a story to a group of peers
A hero who died far from here
Who went to war strong and young
But died a hero far from home

My eyes welled, I could not speak
No return from across the sea
Later one approached and asked
“Was he close, your friend, and fast?”

“I felt the pain that wrapped your words”
“Your love into my heart did bore”
I kindly answered, “I did not know”
“A specific hero, I did not show”

Oh that love that’s taken leave
Those many families left to grieve
Who waited at the threshold there –
Homecoming warrior’s hug to share

For whom loss - their only gain
To never see their face again