Wounded

Out beyond admonition of wrong doings,
harshness stabs into the heart
causing the most aching pain.
Never will the hurt heal,
until an antidote is found to remedy it.

Waiting for the Green to Come

Cycling around the world
Alone without companion
Adoring His perfectly round pearl
In the colours of creation

Wayfarers drop by
Travellers pass through
The earth has a beautiful sky
Of the purity of white and the pale coolness of blue

Yet

The green hasn't yet to come

I stood still
Waiting