About pwchaltas

Willing Servant to the Word and Art ..Wherever they take me.

A Comfort in the Darkness

In the middle

of the night

deep beyond the day’s end,

I am


in the darkness

by a distant light,

comforted by

restful sleep,

and by the dreams

and loves

of constant


I say goodnight

and dream


a quick end to darkness,

By a warm dawn,

in a future’s morning.




Foreign Shores

There are beaches
hidden from
other world’s
where old men
in the evenings
go to be,
where they go
to be alone,
and sit on fallen stumps of trees,
to hear and watch
now gentle waves
of streaming water.
lapping ,
shallow on the stones.
And there’s
a subtle scent of sulphur
that wafts across
the waters of Aegean shores,
filled with sounds
of heaving sighs,
and the deepest
blackest cries.

And the horizon is lit
by the light of burning towers
that are glowing,
far and distant.

My friend
where are you?
I hope you’re not alone.
I pray you now have company
of at least another kindred soul,
or of a mother of your own.
On the shores,
In the East
where you have journeyed,
a silent sailor,
Drifting on your own,
except for your
Assailant water,
Who took you down
so deep,
and turned that certain heart
to a lost,
and sinking,heavy stone.

#poem #poetry #micropoetry
Photo by Rudolph Getel

Papa Hem

walking down a snow filled street,
with his white beard,
And a Santa hat,
in a bold red plaid shirt, swinging a shopping bag.
He knows the meaning
Of Christmas spirit,
In all its various forms,

And Papa Hem is good with that.


To be carried down the road
With that object
That will be your end,
and measure.

To meet death
Without a reservation,
But one single complaint,
Accepted but not fully

These are the signs
And paths
Of forgiveness
And self evident.