The Story

The last words echoed through my mind
a story that I’d chanced to find
I knew the hero’s heart would mend
a journey that would never end

our lives had been intertwined
somehow our stories so divined
the pain and struggle of his life
So paralleled my daily strife

The truths of distant galaxies
the struggles lost in stormy seas
the night so long and oh, so dark
a hint of hope, the faintest spark

I felt the pain, the tragic loss
a soul despaired, life tempest tossed
simple words jumped from the page
and pulled me back to timeless age

For from such stories simply told
I feel a tear drop in my soul
a cry that opens up my heart
a breaking down of life apart

And as one tear becomes a flood
I know again that life is good
that from the darkness of the night
the morning will bring heaven’s light

tio stib, 2015

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Perfection

In the caverns of my mind
I seek,
the perfect words to find
That I may tell a story bold
That sparks the eyes as it unfolds

I test them each across my lips
For rhyme, for sound,
they seldom fit
Plunge on, I must,
with driven need
to satisfy my wordy greed

I trust that lost
deep in my brain
perfection hides
then laughs
again

Tio Stib, 2014, 2015

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Memories

Memories

Gasping from my lofty climb
I search for shadows left behind
The ghosts of journeys
once so strong
how can it be
they’re so far gone

In this forlorn solitude
my spirit aches to be renewed
to share the path of life again
to walk beside a noble friend

Comes a surge of unseen screams
a flood of faces from past dreams
warm memories sooth my aching heart
I climb again to find my part

tio stib, 2015

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Returned

Returned

I am the prince
Returned from shadows past
From lives before
To claim my throne

I am the God I am

I run no more
From distant thunder
Fear no loss from any man
My wounds are healed
My heart is whole

I am the God I am

I am the sun, first morning light
I am the wind caressing souls
I am the moon, the purest love

I am the God I am

I am the sky, the talking stars
I am the fire, forever free
I am Creation, the lovers’ passion
I am the Light in you

Tio Stib, 1995, 2015

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Truth

Truth

In the stillness of my soul
Resides the light of truth
So soft
So strong
This light shines on
the one, the only route

Through storm tossed thoughts
on passion’s waves
in loneliness
lost weary days
the flicker of that warming hope
pulls heart again
up life’s steep slope

And in the quiet moment
now
Beyond the mind,
past sight
I know that I am loved
This sacred
holy
night

tio stib, 1994, 2015

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Burned Barn

Burned Barn
My barn having burned to the ground,
I can now see the moon

Japanese poet Mizuta Masahide (1657-1723)
It has been two years since I became “sight free,” and I am just beginning to perceive the
blessings of blindness.

tio stib, 2015
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Storms

Storms

a thorny wind pricks at my face
this black Mariah night
Dark raging clouds of memories flood
past storms I have survived

as salty mountains crashed on me
those times eternal lost at sea
I wondered then if I might live
Oh Lord, please let me be

while screaming doubts and fear swept through
with ghosts unseen yet real
my stomach turned, my soul near drowned
then day salvation pealed

so many times, so many storms
so many prayers tossed high
tempests wild have swept through me
all watched by God’s kind eye

Tio Stib, 2008, 2014

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