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I am a cracked vase
Fragile
Almost worthless.

You were my unsustainable flower
My nectar.

Now I am empty
As your love did seep slowly away.

No resistance was possible
No glue to bond the
unbondable.

No words to console
The inconsolable.

But hope remains
I feel your essence
In me and all around me.

The fragrance of your soul
is my ether.

Somewhere, somehow
You are me and I am you
Heaven knows it.

—Kathleen Ellis Faulkner

It is so evident at evening
our time is dwindling.

So put aside the trivial chatter
of incessant interruption of reasoning
twittering all the day long
with an absence of audience.

Think about the laughing times
and the loving times
long before electronics.

A man is an island now;
connections are not real.

Breath, warmth, touch are absent
in the waves of light
mocking reality.

—Kathleen Ellis Faulkner

It stands there oblivious to its mystic powers.

Brilliant stars crown this stately majesty;
The clouds provide its velvet cloak;
a towering rock its scepter;
the winds its towering voice.

Many are driven to conquer the mountain.
Ancient spirits embodied within the rock
lament the victims who dared
to challenge its luring magnificence.

What does the mountain represent?
Challenge or obstacle, beauty or fear,
Grandeur or danger?

To us poor souls, the mountain defies our mortality.

—Kathleen Ellis Faulkner

Would we love a baby’s laugh
if we never heard it scream?

Would we grasp reality
without the vision or the dream?

Would the brightness of the sunrise
mean as much without the night?

Would the trophy from the victory
mean as much without the fight?

Do we appreciate the inside
after being locked without?

Does the shadow of the unknown
help us grasp what life’s about?

Had we ever felt the joy
if we never felt the pain?

Loved the warmth of sunshine
if it wasn’t for the rain?

When the darkest times of sorrow
on our path came bearing down

Did it not define the joyfulness
that later we have found?

If never were we down
would we then not know what’s up?

If once we tasted dregs
would we lift another cup?

If never did we die
then never would we live

Most likely would we miss
what life would like to give

So one defines the other
on this path that we will go

Life is all about…
the twin scenario

—David Kettler

I will not swim
In shallow water
I will not ride
A smoother road

The downhill path
Is fine for others
Who choose to carry
A lighter load

I’m a free spirit
A loner
A solo sailor
The winding road
The open sea

A constant vision
In the distance
The lens of life
Through which I see

Please don’t cage me
Un-tie the tether
Remove the chains
And set me free

Let me wander
Through distant lands
Tell the world
To let me be

I care, I love
I search for meaning
The path of life
For which to take

Just don’t tell me
What I must do
Where I must go
For pity’s sake

I risk the depths
To swim the deep
Shallow waters
I refuse

The prize is mine
Lifted at last
I will win
I will not lose

—David Kettler
(I wrote this about my nephew Jake Nelson. A true free spirit.)