The Spirit Guide

There is a seeking, high above the ground.
Searching in the dark and cold.
Does it require a ploy, a con?
Does it require a gag?

Once you were proud
Once you were white.
But tricksters play, and Gods hold hard.

So, now only the wind calls your name.
Only the fire sings your praise.
But you keep searching,
Filling your dark wings.

There is a seeking, high above the ground.
Searching for that which is lost.
Does it require a ploy, a con?
Does it require a gag?            

--Roy Edward Power.      23 December 2016

For my Father-in-Law on Christmas

The Thing

She was outside when she found it.
It was hiding behind a bush.
"What are you?" She said in something of a hush.
"I am Thing," It said, in kind of a rush.

"Are you big?  Are you small?" She said in an echo.
"Well," it said with a pause, "I could be a gecko.
But if you consider the snail,
I'm much smaller that.
However, I am much larger than the blue whale."

"How can that be?  That's not possible!"  She said without grace.
"I can assure you, it's all very true.
I am even larger than space.

The little girl rubbed her eyes;
She could not believe the surprise.
It was both big and little in size.
"How can this be?" She said with some glee.
It took off its own hat,
And with a smile said,
"I am your revelry."

Be whom (or whatever) you are,
For that is the only thing you can be!

Love,

- Roy Edward Power

24 December 2016.   For my niece Nola on Christmas

Tree

It's the promise exhaled,
The hope inhaled.
It is the promise of life renewed,
In spinning circles, a snake unto itself, eating.
It is the strength in adversity,
Fire and flood, rain and ice.
All grace and majesty,
tall and magnificent
Against skies of clouds and stars.
It is safe on high cliff or low shore.

It is the roof of security,
The support of family.
Adaptable, excepting;
Yielding, yet sturdy.
It is the leaf for philosophy, a place for love's passion.
It is the place where writer’s' store their treasures.

It is rising high out of the muck,
Always reaching.
It is old and wise, guarding.
It is past, present, and future.

Grab hold and hang on.
In peace and meditation, listen.
Let it teach, let it shelter.
Remember and use it well.


With love,

Your brother-in-law, son-in-law, or whatever I am,


--Roy Edward Power 23 December 2016. Christmas Poem.

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