Furious Lightning

Special Stars
Beneath the shadow of the storm,
I remain fearless and strong.
The lightning is furious.
The sun has fled into the night.

Every day I look to the sky.
I see the starlight from long ago.
I search the sky’s expanse for hope.

My home is nestled by the river.
A forest wilderness is close.

The heavens pass over me when I sleep.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Special Stars. By James Wheeler [Image license]

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The Sun Fades Away

Crashing Waves and Bird
The sinking sun fades into the ocean.
Seabirds pause in silence for a moment.
The wind is calm and the water still.

This mystery is repeated every day.

The words of ancient lore
call this moment a sacred time.

I reflect on my deeds today.
I ask for guidance through the night.
I pray that the morning sun will be shining.
I wait for another moment tomorrow.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Crashing Waves and Bird. By Vu Bui [Image license]

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Traveling

Arizona's Tigers of Africa
Have I been traveling the wrong path?

The sun is shining and I see no clouds.
I am surrounded by positive energy.

My spirit is strong as I proceed.
The power of God’s love fills me with hope.
Will He do the impossible for me?

The day is coming to an end soon.
The sun illuminates every step.
Its fading glory will return tomorrow.
I laugh and sleep peacefully again.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Arizona’s Tigers of Africa. By Jan Messersmith [Image license]

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My Guidance

Rhizoming the Vanishing Lines
I suspect now that my memory of yesterday
is a poor predictor of my future.
I am learning that each day stands alone.
I fail when I project what tomorrow will bring.

I knew I would be sleepy today.
I hope that I can work hard—
My busy mind stays free of the negative.

I have traveled a long road.
I don’t need to reach the goal anymore.
It can come nearer in its own time.

Now I can move forth with my day.
I shall pray for guidance and grace.
I must let God light the pathway.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Rhizoming the Vanishing Lines... By Jef Safi [Image license]

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Near the River

Silent Alley
There is a small village near the river.
The sun shines on it to bring a great bounty.
Plants and animals grow strong through the summer.

On lazy evenings, all join together in a quiet song.
They sing with joy as summer fades to autumn.
They are united in their hope for the coming harvest.

The river flows down from distant mountains.
Its clear, cool water teems with life.
Fishermen pursue an honorable career along its path.

Perhaps this village is only an idea.
However, I hope to find a peaceful village soon.
I look forward as I pursue the dream.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Silent Alley. By Miguel Virkkunen Carvalho Image license

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Jewels in the Sky

Distant Planet
See the jewels in the sky—they each are a precious world.
Someday you may walk on one. Someday you will travel far.
Sometimes, I expect too much from the future.
I want to promise you the journey that fills my dreams.

Pictures of alien mountains dart through my mind.
It would astound me—if I could only follow my heart.
When I imagine these places, I earnestly hope for success.
I think of a future filled with great deeds and adventures.

The world below my feet is solid and familiar.
I would give it up for a trip to a different world.
I’ve been through it in my mind again and again.
The possibilities seem just beyond my grasp.

Can you imagine a glimpse of what I see above?
Bright spots of light draw near as the sun sets.
Just look at the sparkling lights above.
As in ages past, their mysteries are infinite.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Distant Planet. By Paul Bailey Image license

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A Small Path

Hidden PathIn the forest, a small path is hiding.
I found it after a long search.

The builders of the road have left.
Local animals use the trail each day.
I watch carefully, but there is nothing.

Rumors claim that the way is haunted.
I don’t believe that fantasy.
I debate whether to mark the way for others.
My friends say the hidden should remain obscure.
Others want me to explore and share.
Myself, I try to protect the mystery.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Hidden Path. By Image license

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