The gift
of a friend
A blessing
from God

An arm
that protects
A light
in the fog

The gift
of a friend
Enduring
and true

For life
everlasting
To live
— inside you

(To My Dear Friend, David Mackrell: February, 2025)

Often
in the space
of words unspoken
— truth most dearly hides

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Rows of forgiveness
fallow in winter
Waiting for summer
their treasure installed

Leftover morsels
heated in darkness
Sating the hunger
  of those who are called

Seeds from the past
replenish the future
Buried salvation  
awaits in the ground

Fasting on yesterday
feasting tomorrow
Waiting for supper
— when dinner bells sound  


(The New Room: February, 2025)

Staring
into the essence
of what sunlight
often hides

Within
plain sight
the truth takes flight
— in nature’s great disguise

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Stuck out on
a highway
between reality
and truth

The status quo
of transience
allures as it
deludes

Looking for an
exit ramp
to slow
my troubles down

Each sign I see
in bold relief
misleads
to distant towns

Till finally
I hear it
though faint
within the wind

From distant North
it beckons forth
to welcome me
within

The truth
respects no congress
and tows the line
for none

It flies within
our hopes and dreams
to leave us
— zero sum

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Their shouts remain
as hope reclaimed
the smoke still
on the beach

The roars that hide
of those who died
is heard
within the breach

A spirit roams  
within the bones
of men
who went beyond

In freedom’s quest
to give their best
in times
— forever long

(Operation Dynamo - Dunkirk, 1940: February, 2025)

“Truth
is often attended
by a bodyguard
of lies”

A consequence
so precious
its veracity
must hide

Deep within
the smoke
on a battlefield
most dire

Victory burns
within each man
intrepid
— to inspire

(Tribute To D-Day: February, 2025)