The Ivory Tower

Yesterday I wrote this in response to the 20/20 special that I viewed on Camden. It is my hope and prayer that you read it and digest it.

The ivory tower to which I've resigned
Crumbles around me
Isolation so complete
Silence broken
One story
One face
One city
Brings me to my knees
Heart pierced so deeply
Bleeding
Weeping
Recalling the days
The scents, the energy
Hope restored to a few
Fuels a city
A church
A people
The wails of a mother haunt my mind
Hungry children cry
Desperate for One
One to believe, to encourage
The cancer of complacency
Killed as the tower is destroyed
A raw heart beats
Once again
For a beloved city

© 2007 deneenwhite

I saw a man standing
On the corner of Hope and Desire
The road called Hope
All but abandoned
Littered with rubbish
Devoid of faith
The road called Desire
Lined by high aspirations
Charred by fire
Lit by a desolate candle

I saw a Man walking
Down the street called Hope
With each step
Reviving the landscape
Scattering the seeds of faith
Strolling up the street called Desire
Setting the buildings ablaze
Their size increasing
Solely with a glance

I saw the streets called Hope and Desire
Intertwined and intermingling
Vibrant and alive
Reinhabited
Visions of many ages and sizes renewed
A cool invigorating breeze
Fanning the flames of hope and desire

©deneenwhite

The Eyes of a Lion

Our eyes locked today
His full of fire, passion
The most intense stare I've ever endured
Wildness is His calling card
Heart stops, stomach knots
Mouth dries, palsm sweat
Reaction to His glance
Impossible
Inevitable
Comprehensively challenged
Nothing untouched
Change is discernable
But not quantifyable
Unshakeable love
Immeasurable joy
Innate fear
All in one instant
Lives eternally altered
As our eyes locked today