The Wings of the Destroyer

A soft wind and blows beneath the clouds

The taste of rain fills the air

Neighbors walked by and give a survivors salute

It is a good day to see the rising hills green from rain

I’m looking out as I rest my bones

Looking at the end of day

Listening to the sounds of spring

The family next door is playing with their children

I am making noise with my lawn mower

Talking to the air

Talking to the Great One

Speaking words unspoken

Whispers at first

Then drenching the rain soaked air

Into rages of howls

May I live to see the end of spring

May the fallen ones be with you tonight

May they call on you tonight and

May their voices be heard

Through this valley of regret

Through the misting of fevered brow

May this my house be a refuge from the Destroyer

Too much to ask

Too much to plead for wisdom

Too much to ask

Will there be a time?

Will there be time?

March 14, 2021

San Jose, Ca

Year two of Corona

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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