Robert M. Hensel
Nights Reflect
Shadow puppets on the wall.
Dark carbon copies of what a furnished room bares.
Into a black covered mirror, my world reflects.
Showing me things, only the night has to offer.
Winters Offerings
Crispy chimes of Autumn, spread out upon natures floor.
The falling greens of spring and summer, now taking on a brown like decor.
Bare bodies stand naked, their bones clanging in the wind.
Hoping to soon be reclothed, by winters cool new offerings.
PEACE OF MIND
Carry me out the ocean, where
my drifting thoughts flow free.
Guide them to a far distant land,
that only the mind can see.
There I shall paint a great portrait,
of what this world should be.
A place without seneless wars,
and human poverty.
END RACISM
We all must bring our Racism
to end.
A message to all, I long to send.
The colors of the world, all join as
one.
For the Lord is our shepherd, and
we as his son.
Christ made all man in the likes of
him.
So please let us all, "End Racism".
