A Noble Proverb
“Iron sharpens iron,”
so they say.
But what if I
am only made of clay?
Obliteration —
if I get in the way!
Iron sharpens iron.
So does stone
if rough, and with a
hardness all its own
to grind the weapon’s
cutting edge, and hone.
Iron sharpens iron.
Make me so
the wheel will grind
deliberate and slow,
and sparks will not inflame
emotion’s glow.
Iron sharpens iron.
Let us talk
and mind the words we say,
lest they should walk
toward battlefields
and kill us on the way.
— ©Shirley Anne Leonard
Come Dance
Come dance with me in the morning’s light,
all you prisoners of the night!
There is a place where the sun shines through
on fields of flowers covered with dew.
Come dance with me the dance of spheres
in places where there are no fears —
No pain or sorrow, no tears or death
in the realms of the spirit where you’ll find rest.
Come dance with me on the wings of the wind
that circles the heavens above the earth.
Come dance and rejoice before the Christ
who gave His life to give us new birth.
— ©Shirley Anne Leonard
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Catapulted into Morning
Catapulted into morning,
Discharged into day,
Ejected from the world of dreams
And thrust along our way—
Reality awaits us
with sharp and piercing eye.
Reluctantly we stagger on
while stifling our cry.
Choices are before us:
Do we rise, or do we leap
For refuge ‘neath the covers,
And go right back to sleep?
Coffee, shower and e-mail
Start the reviving trend.
But once we launch our busy day,
When will it ever end?
— ©Shirley Anne Leonard
Call from the Mountain
“Is anyone alive out there?”
“Define alive,” the echoes said.
The dictionary said, “not dead,
able to think and speak and breathe,
to feel, to move, able to see.”
Yes, able to see, able to hear
and answer me — a human voice,
a reasoning brain, a sagacious soul
if any be in this barren waste,
in these shriveling lands of shallow grace;
A heart, a mind — quick, robust,
risen from out of the cultural dust,
girded to fight for truth and beauty,
one with a passion for honor and duty.
Please call out if any be there —
send a signal or a flare!
— ©Shirley Anne Leonard
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