A tired, old path
fighting the grass
Rainy day soot,
blackens the walls
Dry, wrinkled skin,
hides empty pews

The angel watches,
arching her wings
Lattice and lace,
dripping in white
Faith’s last bastion
drips from her face


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Photo: A street in Prague, Czech Republic, c.b.w. 2008
Words: c.b.w. 2014
Inspiration: The juxtaposition of an aging church and a beautiful piece of refurbished architecture. Can you spot the angel?




There is the place above, white and bright

And the place below, shadowed with strife

Weaving them together, the place between

The ground with roots, twigs, and green

One is where we believe angels fly,

the other is for others who refuse to abide

What’s left is where we breathe and reside

Is one good, one evil, and one where choices are made?

Or are they all intertwined and part of a harmonious plane?

In all things, there is shadow and light

In every breath, the threads of life

Near Minocqua, Wisconsin
Photo by: c.b.w. 2013

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c.b.w. 2014



Bells be still
quiet wind
No one calls
ancient souls
Still they wait,
just in case
Sheer spirits,
bathed in light

Youth will cry,
and fear loss
Spinning wheels
chime and ping
Gates open
here and there
Without words,
the two speak

Prayer Wheels at a Buddhist Temple, Beijing, China
Photo by: c.b.w. 2005

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c.b.w. 2014