Food for Thought-Dust Clouds of Sunburned Otherness

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Dust clouds of sunburned otherness,
Stalk the irregular dignity of my soul,
Clamoring for a nameless encore,
An offering to the bedraggled sky,
Accompanied by watered down melodies,
Played in my overturned mind,
Major fifths and minor tonics,
Off key and out of tune,
You know the ones,
where the empties of awareness.
are often strewn.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Three Biscuits Shy of a Load

Two Cute But Illiterate Dogs

Two Cute But Illiterate Dogs

It’s pretty hot today,
I’m feeling half cooked,
Well done,
Worn out,
Plum tuckered,
Tromped flat,
Claritin cluttered,
Sneezing up
Coughing down,
The tomatoes gone too ripe,
The dog forgot,
To read and write,
And mama says,
“Son, the outhouse is all aglow,”
I’m about three biscuits
shy of a load.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-The Blind Forerunners of Dawn

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Translucent sparrows,
Dart among the invisible leaves,
As the sunset races,
Tangerine skies cursed between,
The dying grasps of sapphire and wine,
We think we see,
Harbingers of night,
Beckoning the blind forerunners of dawn,
Flickering hope among rustling leaves,
Who sing simple harmonies,
Now only at first light,
We may see again,
And bid farewell,
to death’s fading cloak,
the diminishing gray of night.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-A Prayer for Memorial Day

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Today is the day,
we remember those who died,
beyond the places only sacred stones recall,
we mourn their loss and sacrifice made,
those who passed in distant lands,
and those who bled,
on these very sands,
In Christ there is hope,
In hope we pray for tomorrow,
That the violence of yesterday,
May give way to peace today.

In Christ,
Amen.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-The Common Reserve of Ancient Stillness

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The solace I seek today,
is hidden along the path I walk,
silent stones of disquiet,
placed in a garden of clamor,
I am frightened by the deafening roar,
the common reserve of ancient stillness,
obscured portraits of yesterday’s wounds,
will not cease their angry accolades.
I become deaf to this moment,
will I hear tomorrow?

–Richard Bryant