The Champion

The rain is slowing
Beneath the golden rim of clouds
The "great Champion's" victory
For another day run.
And far out beneath the feelings
Of the different sorts
That laugh, while others cry,
The day continues untouched
By the great importance of living;
Continues and still continues
Through all the dieing we try
Even more successfully than ever.

Babies cry at living
Covered briefly with the life offered
Before memories of it are washed away
And a day is marked for birth.
The Champion runs on untouched.

Hurt

Words may cheapen the feeling,
Frightening as it is.
Thoughts that leave me reeling
From their weight
Are all but set in silent prayers
For patience, for peace,
For all the broken years
I may face if it is my turn to hurt;
My turn to know
Plans greater than the burnt
Wreckage of my wisdom.

It is hard not to drown in expectation,
Hoping dreams come true;
That the answers to life's question
Are simple and narrow
Like the words of sorrow.
Sorrow and unending laughter.