The Face of War

-Written upon hearing of the invasion of Ukraine-

The missiles strike,

As people sleep,

The missiles strike,

While families weep,

Thunder surrounds homes,

And not a cloud in the sky,

Fear surrounds hearts,

The world wonders why.

Political agendas,

And border changes,

A policy of greed,

Thus rearranges,

Yet while leaders roll the dice,

Only people pay the price,

With suffering and loss,

In blood they pay the cost.

Life that is made with love found,

Made to lie beneath the ground,

Yet while dust clouds do rise,

God sees all through his eyes,

While prayers rise without end,

That he may show his hand again,

And cause the tyrant’s heart to wake,

The right to live is at stake.

So I look into these eyes,

To know that God will hear her cries,

So many hearts will be at ease,

When the author of life again brings peace,

For we only have this world to share,

Though today not every mind is there,

Though now fire rains from above,

All knees will bow to the power of love.

The Power of Words

In the beginning was the word,

The first words of the Bible,

Showing the true power of words,

Which are ideas spoken,

Given birth out of the silence,

Crossing the boundary of thought,

Giving birth to creation,

Adding scope to reality,

And further pushing back,

The boundaries of imagination.

Imagination has no boundaries,

Just like the land of Fantasia,

Because the heart knows no boundaries,

Knowing the power and beauty of love,

Which keeps explorers exploring,

Which keeps the musical singing,

Which is why lovers keep loving,

And writers keep turning to words,

In a vain and endless effort,

To capture the beauty of life.

Words can bring the fires of war,

Words can bring the wave of peace,

Bringing down walls between minds,

Bringing indifference to difference,

Capturing unique individuality,

Capturing the attention of individuals,

Causing the heart to see further,

Causing hearts to want to see more,

Showing the path through the night,

Showing us how to reach the sunrise,

For only the heart can truly see.

Wind

 

The wind holds secrets,

From the heart of sailors,

Over the driven waves,

From the heart of the storm,

To the peaceful mountains,

Not limited to words,

With unlimited days,

Heard ear to ear,

And breath to breath.

The wind holds voices,

Hearts that breathed long ago,

Through laughter and tears,

Within stories of love,

Which knit the stars together,

Love which binds all wounds,

Which binds hearts forever,

Joining ancient voices,

To laughter unborn.

Not born of the Earth,

Wind travels from the stars,

The energy of life,

Flowing from the Father’s heart,

Carrying matter to imagination,

Warmth flowing to all souls,

To the birds born of the stars,

Which then bring forth song,

To remind our hearts.

Wind carries the song,

With no ending or beginning,

For where one voice ends,

Another continues,

For there are no endings,

There are only beginnings,

As love grows in greatness,

The bringer of all miracles,

And the conveyor of peace.

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“Home”

 

I have been all around this beautiful world,

Near and far from my front door.

I have ridden a boat beneath the earth,

And been where Jesus walked before.

I have gone to sleep on mountain tops,

I have awoken beside the sea.

And yet the place I truly call home,

Is where you are lying next to me.

I can fall asleep into your sighs,

Wherever we may roam.

When I awake within your eyes,

It is the place that I call home.

Confusion may grip the world,

With times of war and strife.

Perhaps the ones who play that game,

Forgot the truths of love and life.

It is hard for me to be afraid,

Though I know the truth of all I see.

I have all the strength I’ll ever need,

With you standing next to me.

I can fall asleep into your sighs,

Wherever we may roam.

When I awake within your eyes,

It is the place that I call home.

Many feel there is no God,

Some have told me to my face.

Yet there is no strong man that I know,

Who hurled the stars up into space.

You see the heart can see truth,

More than the eyes will ever know.

And that is how I feel at home,

Wherever I may go.

I can fall asleep into your sighs,

Wherever we may roam.

When I awake within your eyes,

It is the place that I call home.

-2/15/2022

Eric Visconti - Poet

Exploring Life

“Words are the beginning of every journey.”

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A Boy and His Dog

Reality can be found,

Between asleep and awake,

Where a sunrise joins the stars,

Where imagination takes place,

When the fading out of dreams,

Gives rise to daily passion,

Where no boundaries may lie,

There is hope to fashion.

I remember as a boy,

Ruling as king over play,

Games were my playthings,

And all rules would obey,

For joy was the reason,

Through the eye of the heart,

And when years provided scope,

True wisdom did impart.

I would see time to time,

Through the eyes of my friend,

Fur covered and faithful,

By my side till the end,

Undistracted by words,

Sensing pure emotion,

Not blinded by illusions,

With life in commotion.

The years would bring pain,

With the healing winds of love,

The physical mirrors the spirit,

Touching the heavens above,

Walking with my soulmate,

Sharing the path of life,

Souls growing in experience,

Through love, joy, or strife,

My hands grew old and wrinkled,

Though I know not how,

Yet love’s fire burns within me,

And I can see all of them now,

For the tether never breaks,

So love never dies,

As my eyes close to sleep,

I can hear their song rise.

What did it all mean,

All of those pains and joys?

As I embrace my young pup,

With the hands of a boy?

Within a beautiful forest,

Beside a peaceful stream,

Wondering which world was real,

And which was the dream.

- 2/4/2022

Eric Visconti - Poet

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Here comes the gift of a new day.  What will you do with it?

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