His Love

We know that in what we feel,

We trust it that it will heal;

In such a glow of peace,

We know what’s true and real.

We know in faith what’s precious:

"For the light of His love, be ambitious!"

Cy

HAZE

haze

Keremeos all day haze
In a desert valley:
Poisonous pollution
Like the valley farmers’ greed,
Rancour of the soul
Like product of their seed.
Pesticide Paradise:
They do not heed
The earth’s dire warnings.
It’s all around
In the springtime rockslides
On the mountains all around.
It’s in their faces,
So they cannot hide.
The warnings there should still their pride,
But the children learn
To chemical burn
Below the vines:
Interval burning row on row,
So that they can see their money grow.
So that they can see their money grow.

Cy. August, 2000

Hands
Hands that touch and heal

Hands that know what’s real,

Some touch your heart

Some tear you apart.

We come, we go,

We give, We take.

Will you decide to die or grow?

To grow in love, or die in hate,

The decision’s there, it’s yours to make.

Cy