Wall

I like that you are honest and sincere,
You tell me everything that's in your heart
In words that are unquestionably clear,
Just like that gift you hated from the start;
I find this so admirable, it's true
I wish that I were more direct like you.
Whew!

I love that you agree with all I say,
And that you're never hurt when I object,
It makes you so endearing in a way
That I can only love more than respect;
It would be so much better if you could
Take care of just that one thing, if you would.
Good.

I do not see why not, I may as well
Indulge another wish, it is no trouble,
How much I disagree I cannot tell
As I just do not wish to burst your bubble;
Nor do I wish embarrassment for you,
So sadly, I will gladly do this too.

Oh good. That settles everything I think,
Although sometimes I entertain a thought
(That weighs upon my heart and makes it sink)
That though you seem so happy, you are not.
Oh well, I just remembered one more thing:
Be sure to say you like the gift I bring.

Break down the wall and say what's on your mind.
Or it will fall and break you as it falls.

          Stand up a screen considerate and kind,
          Or you will be surrounded, yes, by walls.
         

Thursday Riddle (October 23, 2014)

Upon which a runner may rest
To honor so many a guest.

Mother And Child

The silence of the man she loved
Said all she had to know:
No words could take her heart to where
It was destined to go.

With a faith that dwarfed the mountains
Rising all around her, she
Rose up from where her baby lay
With the dust for company;

And she ran to the nearest hill she saw,
Climbed up and looked around
For the faintest hint of a caravan
Or the source of the slightest sound,

Then down she ran and stopped a while
Where the baby kicked and cried,
To rush up another hill that stood
Way off on the other side.

She peered again through the scorching heat
For the smallest sign of life,
Then on she ran with the firm and strong
Resolve of a prophet's wife.

And thus she searched, and so she ran
Till her heels wept streams of blood,
As the infant cried and kicked the sand
When his heels discovered mud,

And the waters gushed and sprung up wild
While the mother rushed to her crying child;
How they washed themselves and drank their fill
And she nursed the babe till their hearts went still

In the burning desolation
Of that strange and barren land,
Rose a faith that raised a nation:
This amazing mother and

Her child.

Thursday Riddle (October 16, 2014)

Stands in silence, shoots and leaves.

Thursday Riddle (October 9, 2014)

If you will take me, then I shall take you,

Together we go wherever I go.

And I go without ever moving, you know.

Inspired By Someone Somewhere Near Bountiful

I do now think it fair to call
A man deluded "liar";
(Yes "now" I said, not "not"at all.)
The heedless fuel the fire

For every lie we fabricate
Comes back to us one day;
Consider it a game of fate
That liars have to play.

Thursday Riddle (October 2, 2014)

These two brothers spindly, asleep they remain
To wake for employment that comes with the rain;
Together they sleep and together they rise,
And all that they sweep expeditiously dries.