Poems, haunts, and litanies

Glowing darkness

Darkness, shadow of the light,
A mystery that often takes flight.
A cave where secrets run and hide,
But wisdom’s fire is at his side.

In the absence of the sun’s bright rays,
Darkness spreads and chaos plays.
But through it all, wisdom knows the way,
Guiding us through the night’s display.

For wisdom is the light that illuminates
A beacon that can dispel the confusion of fates,
She brings us closer to the truth that’s sown,
And helps us find the answers to be known.

And in the darkness, wisdom is the guide,
Leading us towards a brighter side.
For wisdom is the key to participation,
Helping us see beyond our limitations.

So let us embrace the darkness with grace,
And trust in wisdom’s guiding face.
For in her shadow, we may find the light,
And wisdom’s wisdom will shine bright.

Chad Gilbert

PENCILS

Pencils, oh pencils, how you lead us to the page,
A humble instrument, yet with so much rage.
In your graphite grip, stories come alive,
A dance of lines, a world to contrive.

With each stroke, a thought is born,
A sketch of life, a new day dawns.
In your simplicity, you bring forth art,
A canvas for the heart.

Pencils, oh pencils, how you guide the hand,
A conduit for the mind, a magic wand.
With each erasure, a chance to start anew,
A clean slate, a fresh view.

With you, we can create,
A world of wonder, fate.
Pencils, oh pencils, a treasure to behold,
A tool for the brave, a story to unfold.

Rhythm and truth

The leaves fall gently to the ground

As autumn breezes swirl around

The trees stand bare, stripped of their dress.

But soon they’ll rest and be at peace

The winter snow will blanket all A peaceful hush upon the hall. But soon the thaw, the sun will shine. And life will bloom, for a time.

The spring will bring the flowers bloom And birds will sing their sweetest tune. The world awakens from its sleep. And all is fresh, and all is deep.

The summer heat will beat down strong. But in the shade, we’ll sing our song. And as the days begin to fade. We’ll dance in fields of green and glade.

So let the seasons come and go. For each one has its own balanced flow. And we will live and love and learn, through every twist and every turn.

Cha(d)t