To the Spirits

To the spirit of the night,
            Protect me from the evil dreams.
            Help me rest and awaken in time.
            Heal me from the wrongs I have done.
            Be with me until dawn.

To the spirit of the day,
            Guide my hand to help others.
            Show me God’s will for me this day.
            Begin my day with a breath of life.
            Show me where to turn in joy.

I am grateful for your love.
I do not always see you in my life.
When I wait in quiet patience I come closer.
Bless me with one more cycle.
Bless me with a gift each day.

William Wayne Smith


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A Barren Gorge

A crystal stream winds around
a majestic fir tree stretching to heaven.
There are trees by a river everywhere,
but here is an uncommon variation.

In the beginning, the two had been alone.
They were small and apart.
The seasons sustained them.
Falling rain fed the roots of each.

They were unaware of the ways of nature.
The tree’s patient growth
is a friend to the water’s rapid flow.
Now they have an intimate connection.

The tree and stream are together.
The world they share is growing.
They join each other in the barren gorge.
They are there because of the ways of love.

William Wayne Smith


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At the Tower

I have climbed the stairs of the tower.

Whenever I am here after work,
the setting sun lights the way.

When I reached the platform high above,
I could see the distant horizon.
Today, the sky had turned to flame.

The night sky has marvelous darting bats.
They get their fill of tiny insects.
Watching them cleanse the sky,
I realize that the day has been perfect.

I know that the sky is untamed.
When people are proud of their conquests,
I realize that the ways of men are not for me.

Soon, the moon will fill the sky
and I’ll leave the tower behind me.

At home, I can relish the memories again.

William Wayne Smith


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At the Show

Cisolay at GamescomI’ll be getting home soon.

I have seen that musical finally.
It was full of wisdom and light.

I almost didn’t see it.
Other plans fell through.
My mishap was really a blessing.

As the lights went up on the stage,
the crowd was dazzled by the show.
The play unfolded with bold intrigue.
The audience couldn’t verify the truth.

In the aftermath of the drama,
I found a new understanding.
The singer’s lies were a warning.
In the hands of the powerful,
words are rarely as they seem.

William Wayne Smith

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