Grace (haiku)

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Waves erase the faults-

Imperfections in the sand.

Grace does this for man.


The Watcher

The Watcher PhotoOnce upon a restless night,
Upon my weary eyes;
The yellow moon was hid from sight,
Blackening the skies.
A strange wind stirred within the trees,
Which clawed at the window pane.
I could not rest so ill at ease,
I could not my fear restrain.
The light of a single candle’s flame
Flickered as if a threat-
To leave me here for the darkness to claim,
To a fate I will soon regret.
I crept across the cold, wooden floor.
With trembling hands, the lamp was lit.
Through the narrow gap of the open door,
Shone a glint in the eye of it.
In my throat, my terror caught-
I could not even manage a rasp.
In my own defense, I could do naught
To escape its wicked grasp.
I stumbled backward, and as I fell,
Landing upon my bed,
I found myself waking from this hell,
Which had all been in my head.
A rhythmic screeching against the glass,
The pounding of my heart,
A candlestick of cold, hard brass
Upon my bedside cart.
I drew in deep a breath of air,
Exhaled in great relief.
Nothing really had been there,
To cause my mind such grief.
Reaching for a match for my candle to light,
I suddenly hesitated-
“Will this nightmare appear within my sight?”
I briefly contemplated.
“I will think of this no more,”
I resolved, but look I did not dare-
For I could feel right through the door
Its piercing, silent stare.

Beast of the Sky

Storm Rolling In- EditedA roaring beast paces in a cage in the sky,
Its growing fury consumes the light of day.
Although it cannot be seen by any mortal eye,
It escapes the clouds and swiftly leaps away.
The sorceress who keeps it cracks her silver whip-
The bright flash a warning to the beast.
The spirits of the wind are fearful of her grip,
And, terrified, they flee into the East.
The defiant beast calls forth a growl
So frightening, the skies begin to weep.
Like stone, the sorceress stands with a scowl,
And again the beast takes a mighty leap.
Another flash from the whip’s sharp lash,
And the beast howled as it fell.
Crying out and writhing, it made one final thrash,
Then grew silent underneath its master’s spell.