People In Planes
To where are they going, the flying masses?
What is each member of this rank and file leaving behind?
To which dream are they headed,
the ordinary and the uncommon both?
People in planes; their physical luggage stored in the cargo hold.
Within themselves, they carry:
Hopes always waiting just beyond the horizon.
Memories of love and hate, who made them cry or laugh.
Habits laid into those brain folds created by their routine practice.
Understandings sharpened by having empathy for others.
Biases born of fear or familiarity, either for or against any idea.
Knowledge they have now that they didn’t have last week, month, year.
Mistakes they haven’t learned how to stop repeating.
Pain or joy too soon forgotten.
Expanding their perspectives
if they will only look out the window,
and past the wings.
The Best Qualities Of Man
Give love to the sorrowful.
Faith to the dead.
Peace to the distressed
crying their tears out.
Hard times leave our truths exposed.
And as the honest bare,
the liars cloak.
Highest regard and respect
to our gentlest hearts.
December Ways
This is not the month of hope,
But only one of want,
That the highest will happen,
At this time always sought.
Other days may fill the bill,
And provide glad promise.
For today, supply the bent,
Future grants what hope gives.
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