Poem: Warrior Gentle

Warrior Gentle

©Biz Gainey December 2014

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Who sifts my heart with love.

Softly you storm, dark walls of strife;

Delight – ferocious - from above!

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Who probes my heartsick woe.

Putting to flight grey cloaked skies;

Setting sail my sin sick soul.

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Whose presence draws me near.

Your fire warms my inner chill;

Flaming embers dry my tears.

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

You salve my heart ensnared.

A fierce relief, I find your offering;
My life once bound, now unimpaired.

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Whose enchantment stirs my loves.

Blood stained hands caress my beating heart;

New life descends from hallowed halls above. 

Sloth, A Limerick

Sloth

A Limerick, ©Biz Gainey, 2015

In these words rest cruel meaning for some,
"What I do shapes who I will become.”
From my head to my feet,
Rise from slumber and sleep.
To the couch where I lay like a bum.