Winquind Words

“Snuggle close, my little one, I’ll tell you of the Lord of Stars, who long ago, in a quiet dark, decided to dream a world for us. His voice was soft, his heart so grand, ‘I’ll make it bright,’ he said with a smile, and flung his twinkles across the sky. He sent his helpers, glowing bits of light, like fireflies dancing in the night. They scooped up dirt, they hummed a tune, and built us rivers, a sun, a moon. With love as warm as this blanket here, he grew tall trees and a deer so dear, hoping we’d play in his big, wide yard. He looked back, my sweet, to days gone by, and whispered, ‘Old tales can still fly high.’ Then peeked ahead, to times like now, ‘You’ll dream big dreams—I’ll show you how.’ His starseed fell, like you, my star, each one brave, no matter how far, to grow with love, his favorite spark. So when you wonder, my sleepy dove, about the stars and the world above, know the Lord of Stars is near, so near, watching you with a happy cheer. Through yesterday and t...

Your spiders silken sticky lies  Are spun of veiled confession Flinging venoms to divides Sick flys within each lesson Built about your shadow trap Your prey should ever fear Tripped by dreads vibrato tap Scream this arachnid's here Webs of whispered weaving Deceits with practiced ease Each threaded tale achieving Intertwine to false decrees You wait in silent patience  Doubt and fear indeed take mount Prey ensnared in plaisance Missed the lie just felt the count Silvered spider string designs To a crafted cunning smile Truth now lost on distant lines In the maze of your beguile What justice gives to karma's light From efforts made to quash true Pray butterflies may beat your webs And the boots of god to squash you -Winquind-

I went to find the lady bright, Who whispers stars into the night. She wears the moon upon her hair, And walks with love just everywhere. She hides in books with secret words, She sings with trees, she speaks with birds. She draws with fire upon the sky, And teaches raindrops how to cry. I found her dancing on the breeze, Hiding deep in honeybees. She told me, “Wisdom’s not so far It lives right where your questions are.” She touched my heart, and there it glowed, A light upon, this lake I rowed. She said, “Be kind, and brave, and true And little one, I’ll walk with you.” Now when I wonder where she went, I feel but fleeting sweetened scent. Yet when I dream, she takes my hand And shows me love and promiseland. Hermit King

O Loving Source beyond name and temple You who breathe the stars and whisper in silence I come not with pride but with a flickering flame A question curled in the hand of a beggar I do not ask to be made great Only to be made true I do not seek crowns Only to remember Your pattern written in me Before the world spoke lies Strip from me the noise I called wisdom Wash from me the fear that dressed as faith Let me not worship shadows Nor mistake frenzy for fervor Plant in me Your quiet fire The one that resists despair That warms the lost and does not consume them Make me a lamp for those still walking And a mirror for those who forget they carry light If I am deaf then teach me to feel Your tone If I am alone then meet me in the stillness And if I am broken Then let that be the doorway through which You enter You who are closer than breath Yet greater than galaxies I surrender not in shame but in awe Do with me as You will But please Be near Me

To those I once stood beside. I don't come with explanations. I come carrying the weight of what I failed to protect. To the one who believed in me the most I let my guard fall when you needed me strong. I blurred the lines that were supposed to hold firm. To the one who stirred something deeper than I could govern I don’t regret our love, but I grieve the damage it left behind. To the brothers who trusted my hands, my word, my place among them, I broke the invisible bonds that made us more than men, And I know some wounds don’t close, not even with time. To the higher call I once lived by I lost the road for a while, Thinking feeling was enough to guide me where principle should have held. I’m not here asking for absolution. I'm not trying to rewrite history. I’m here because you deserve to hear it. I am sorry. Sorry for the fractures you had to carry because I couldn't carry my own. Sorry for what was broken that can’t be remade. I will carry this. I should ca...

Evil loves its ironies JC's walk away from home Suffering sees its saviors Fall again to Rome Lift and take the parapet Breathe the wind and sun Overcome the viper pits Free the Chosen One Notice not the countenance Comes a maiden fair Led by holy legions None before compare Prior souls had burned her New Rhiannon only loves Fear no death’s relations In the glory of her doves You may have felt her rising In vibrations far below A whisper of returning In the Magdalana’s glow -Winquind-