FMS Pictures & Poetry

In the company of
Sleeping loved ones,
Saints, idols and vagabonds,
I stroll
Exposed to rays
And waves alike.

And, in the presence of
So many remarks
That tell us little,
I’m humbled and stilled.

For the first time in minutes
I’m calm among such drama :
Needles reach for God
While the less fortunate
Sink beneath earth and thought.

Dog walkers pass legitimately,
Striding with purpose
While I seek solace
In my secret world –
That which empowers
Yet threatens hourly
To finish me.