Too many voices full

of empty wisdom

modern knowledge

useless theories

concieved in Mom’s

basement amidst

Xbox victories

and Game Boy ideologies,

no sweat, no blood,

no real life lived,

only contemporary vampire

philosophy and animae

spirituality.

Life is more.

Feel the Earth.

Hear her heatbeat.

Dance, to her rains.

Touch the sky

and relish the sun.

Speak with the Spirit

and walk with the Father.

Life is more.

Dew drops on garden spider’s web

remind me it isn’t the spider

who is special, it is her designer.

My hands earned no talent

my face, no beauty

save like the spider

the reflection of a designer.