The gift of the listener

You held my heart with careful hands.

The truth, through plaster cracked,

Came seeping out in tear-shaped drops.

You listened with respect.

And when the tale was told at last,

"God give peace" you murmured

And gently placed my heart again

 in the hands of His of power.

And that is when I knew at last,

  the same gift would be yours.

wind-up dragon

wind-up dragon in my chest

Growling out scorching fire,

Blackening hope

Until, in panic, I can't breathe.

Your fingers crank the 

click-click-click

Of a little plastic motor

Fueled by the anger you unleash...

Until SNAP!

I'm no longer controlled.

The wind-up dragon:

A dusty relic of nightmares

I have conquered.

Word Treasures

Your words: a beautiful gift

Sparkling, rare, and gold.

My hands were slick with disbelief

And couldn't find a hold.

The fumbled words lay all around

Ashamed, I tried to fix

Them back into the beauty of

What was fantastic.

And now in solitude I know

They carry the same weight;

Their beauty undiminished

By my lack of inner faith,

And highlight You, the giver,

Of these selfless compliments.

They will be in my treasure box

For future accidents.