Footprints

Of eld is told 

The story of a walker. 

A stealth walker 

Whose silent walk 

Dust never raised 

Leaf never rattled 

Life never trod 

Yet on these 

Historical rocky, 

Concrete sealed, 

Ironclad roads 

Traversed by the walker 

Two thousand summers past 

Proudly protrudes 

His embossed footprints 

Silent prints that echo 

The walker’s travail 

They tell of his sojourn 

From alien lands 

Far and beyond 

The grip of mortals’ 'maginations 

They tell of his pain

They tell of ………….  His empty tomb

They tell of his silent 

Thunderous stomping 

That engraved 

His footprints 

On these, 

Concrete 

Rocky 

Ironclad 

Stony 

Hearts. 

They tell of ............. my story

~~>Dunmo

The Art Of War

War is an art

Won first in the heart

A performance to master

Cue taken from the ringmaster

Wielding the blade of surrender

Braced to slay the contender

Armored with humility

To thwart the foes's hostility

To win this war

Your foes fearlessly gore

With kindness battered

Till friendship is hammered

In this art of war

Be the mighty Thor

Masterfully brandish your sword

All your enemies floored

~~> Dunmo

Love

Slender and curved 

Beautiful smile and glare 

Classic wear and smear 

Gracious glide and stride 

Admirable and amiable 

Beautiful! Lovely 

Tall dark and handsome 

Muscular and agile 

Designer suits and scent 

Owner of latest toys 

Stashed accounts 

Handsome, lovable

Time

Tick tock, Tick tock 

Persistently proceeds, 

The chime of time 

The precious of all, 

Earthly commodities 

Tick tock, Tick tock 

Today smiling optimistic toddler 

Tomorrow wailing nostalgic older 

For time is a revealer, 

Of wasted time

Your Guitar

Lord reach out and take,

Your guitar

Your stringed instrument in me,

From eternity fashioned

Play me like a guitar,

The melody of your eternal orchestra

The strings of my will tuned,

To follow the rhythm of your song

Let the nations wiggle,

At your song may the tribes jiggle

Play me like a guitar,

The melody of your eternal orchestra

God

You command Reverence
Of Sages in all ages

Your ways inspire adoration
Yet Scorners at you sneer

Peers at me jeer,
But I, in you trust.

~>Dunmo

Freed

Lust dangled her attractive tentacles

Passion got lured, he became lust

He who walked on sacred grounds

Became enslaved  in the dungeons

Hungry as hell, passion is now lust

Moses and the Call

Moses..
A man of God,
Once moved with a flaming zeal to pursue God's will and calling,
A man ready to bury for the sake of the call
A man ready to act prematurely out of anger,
.....a man zealous for God.

40 years later...
Under the scorching desert sun, all hopes gone,
all fancy desires of being in command gone,
the zeal that once stirred him faded into oblivion,
Simplicity and no future are now the new norm,
The man no longer has the fire of youth to pursue and be all that he thought he would be,

The Sense of Wonder

Wonder is the awe we hold when our minds get a glimpse of who God is...It is the " Depart from me Lord for I am a sinner", yet we desperately long for His presence.

It is the "I am of unclean lips" yet we are eager to say, send me Lord.

It is the "Oh am but a child" Yet we discover that God has put a deposit in our hearts big enough to make us stand before Kings...

God is amazingly wonderful

~>Dunmo.