October sun

In the sunlight of the mid afternoon, in end October
its rays caress the landscape around me,
the wheat fields, newly harvested, has a golden glow,
framed by the greenest of green, the colour of early summer.

In the distance a mountain towers,
A beacon
A likeness to this we have
As it grows bigger, closer, more beautiful
Inevitable and immovable

Sometimes a prayer is the the words we speak that we hope will be true.

Not often enough

prayer should be the words we speak which we believe will be true.

A promise

I am a loyal one
Will keep to my word
Will take a lot
For a promise

If a promise is broken,
even a small one,
The trust is gone

I expect a lot
Because I am prepared
To give a lot,
Take a lot

But once you break your promise
Even a little one
How do you expect
That I will keep believing?