Ogre

Once an ogre walking by
Held my trembling hand
and asked me why
does a one-eyed, wild haired walking giant
hold such terror in my eyes
when he can't stand straight
nor see left or right
when his height
makes him gravity's delight
and his hair holds hornets nests, birds and pests
and things that bite

he cried his heart
steadied my hand
made me understand

I knew i beheld a talented ogre
who read his parts
with the actors art
he held my heart
and ate the rest with apple tart!

Walk with me

There are those who look at me and say,
Fie on you! You walk alone and never pray
To them i say this
Peace is hard to maintain
If your heart is full of bane
Walk with me and you will see
The happiness i walk in Is harder to attain
Than rosary beads chanting out pain