Beware the greed of men

Beware the greed of men

Beware the greed of man

Which lies dormant

Festering slowly

Until it bubbles and boils

Spilling over

Tainting all it touches

Bringing ruin

To all in its wake

Innocent and will participants alike.

Beware the greed of man

Finished products

Attracting those

Who loudly refuse

To acknowledge

sweat and tears poured

Clinging to what is owed to them

What should belong to them

What can be easy to take.

Beware the greed of man

For power, money, status

Become magnets

And no soul left in ruin

Shall become a deterrent

From their chase

From their prey

Which they deem insignificant

In their pursuits.

A silent vigil

On bended knee,
Hands clasped together,
Nestled close to the chest,
Heart's rhythm felt,
Head bowed,
Eyes shut.

The silence,
Weighing a ton.

The heart speaks
To its Creator.
Words circulate
As the mind collects
Conversations
Meant for God's ear.

A silent vigil commencing
As the pounding of the chest
Deepens.

Without a peep,
Nor sound escaping,
A conversation ends
With Amen.

beneath the scars

We bear scars
From wounds
Inflicted,
But which remain
Unseen,
Yet shaping
Every step,
Every interaction.

We bear scars
That lay dormant,
Becoming infections,
Whose healing
Becomes a herculean task.

We bear scars.
We walk
With gaping wounds
Which the world never sees.